Joker

Me I never been a joker
Hit the X I got the poker
She kinda vulgar
Take her to the room
She meet the gang then you know that it's over
Ain't no leftovers
Riding round the city fliest of whips
I got a chauffeur
She getting lucky and wishing on stars
Might as well blow on a clover

Seat back in the rover
I probably choke her
No loving don't hold her
Not here to console her
Don't buy I'm the owner
Nothing scent like an odor
She wanna give me the run around all around Saks
She better stay at fashion nova
Mani a jigga like hova
Get to me he is the middle man
Misbehaving gotta reprimand now we in clubs throwing money like silly bands
We come from nothing so we not used to it
The scammers is zoeing we wasn't influenced
We got it the hardaway pennies was ruined
They cheering my name all the ladies is rooting, look
Shooters is looking the congruent
Looking the same ready to aim
Life a movie how it's full of the clips and the Oscars call me to go and entertain
My star is so bright and its giving them hope
Work on the block how we moving the dope
Roster is active keep no one reserved
I lead the pack, I am the goat
What you gone tote
Baby Nina that gone sing like Simone
Head ringing like a phone
Feeding all my dogs with bones
Freaky women coming home
Taking my seat on the throne
Hella my dreams looking lucid
Don't come here playing stupid
Dirt you gone scoop it make ya own grave
Suicide no one gone prove it
I could lend you all the keys to the car they'll be calling ghost busters
I keep the top missing in the snow how the summer gone trust us
Ladies they lust us they all know better
They all know we ain't no lovers
Make it rain I make it thunder
Like Hami ima dunk her

Me I never been a joker
Hit the X I got the poker
She kinda vulgar
Take her to the room
She meet the gang then you know that it's over
Ain't no leftovers
Riding round the city fliest of whips
I got a chauffeur
She getting lucky and wishing on stars
Might as well blow on a clover
Me I never been a joker
Hit the X I got the poker
She kinda vulgar
Take her to the room
She meet the gang then you know that it's over
Ain't no leftovers
Riding round the city fliest of whips
I got a chauffeur
She getting lucky and wishing on stars
Might as well blow on a clover