作词 : Frand
作曲 : Frand
编曲 : Frand
Now I make it sound like I write the bars easy
But I'm ten years in, it took me eight to start eating (Uh-huh)
Six to start drinking, nine to give it up
Now the bottles in my section mark Fiji
And it's hard to find some girls that aren't freaky (Mmm-hmm)
The pressure keeps building but luckily, I'm built for it
Tryna turn these money trees to a lil' forest
It used to feel forced, now I got the feel for it
Oh, that's pimpin' right there
Ooh-wee
Droppin' leaves, drippin' honey on butterflies
big A-listers
Pull up in that big shit, you know, the paint drippers
I got a baddie and another baddie came with her
It must be somethin' goin' on that's got my name slicker
'Cause it's rollin' off the tongue (Tongue)
Summertime got these girls sprung
There was a time I wasn't the one
But now that shit's done, word to Nicki, all I got is sons
So come around and you could get somethin', for fun
Am I fancy enough? Am I dancing enough? (Ah)
Am I handsome enough? (Yes)
You and me for her is one hell of a easy choice
I ain't know that she was such a freak 'cause she be quiet
Trust me, where I'm sittin', I can't even see these boys
I ain't like that CD boy, you better eat them Wheaties boy
This is not Vanilla Ice or Beastie Boys
Am I fancy enough? Am I dancing enough? (Ah)
Am I handsome enough? (Yes) Am I fancy enough?