Mayweather (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro:]
Ooh, you hear the chain, it was parched
$10k on the chain alone
(I lost my voice a lil bit)
3-Peat (I Wish)
Fat Nick in here with me
It's a celebration (And you b*tch)
You thought I gave up on you, huh?
You thought I would never come back?
Pouya what it is? Creepa what it is?

[Verse:]
Lil b*tch!
Aw sh*t, here we go again, Phone for the win
I'm the man, you a f*ckin' fan, I did it again
Gamble with yo life again, I bust a shot, f*ck up yo zen
You done said what you said, I ain't got time to play pretend
You know I can't let him live, you see Tumblr God repent
Worst sh*t you could've did, but it ain't time for regrets
Old ungrateful ass n*ggas all up in they feelings
Griffith might hop on yo beat and make yo f*ckin' song better
Chest out like a breast, Gene Simmons want a kiss
Cavities from Actavis, still Cardi B dentist
Silver Surfer, no tint, f*cked on the hood, left a dent
Keep that 40 on me when I'm talking money
You ain't talking money, got a lisp
f*ck the dogs, f*ck the law, Adderall, Flexiril I mix em
All my dogs by the bar, one off, you denied the kennel
See 2 red and blue, sniff the white and detonated Deidara
Boy, call Nelly classify me. You gone need a tip if it ain't about the money
f*ck n*ggas think they Ash, cause they best friend a rat
Boy, I'm sleep at my desk, I'm f*ckin' class act
Young n*gga do the dash, yeah right, Stacey Dash
She hate n*ggas, I hate n*ggas, you call that a perfect match
Griffith thumbing through the cash, one glove, Michael Jack'
Might run off with ya sack, Sarah Snyder with the bag
Ludacris, Rollout, Phone brought them hoes out
n*gga, Y.O.T.S. sold out, what the f*ck they talm' bout?
Aye b*tch I'm outside, I'm the quiet 'fore the storm
And politicking in my mentions, you know that's the Norm
Savage life, know my heart black on the inside
n*ggas rapping so you know they candy on the inside!
Lil b*tch!
[Outro:]
Don't ever stop, can't stop, won't stop
Smart Stunna Records, you feel me?
Don't ever stop, n*gga, I'm on that!