Yoko

[Verse 1: Berner] Bust a couple bands, blow my 100 fast I just made a 100 off a 50 pack Where them bad Asian bitches holding down my city at? Where them girls from the A with that pretty face? Round thing, I'm on that loud thang Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd, dang Yeah, I'm a stunna, but nah, I ain't Baby though Young dude with the lazy flow, watch all these ladies go Crazy when I pull up right beside em I do a buck 30, yeah I'm just sitting there flying I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I'm lighting Big bucket's full of ice with bottles on fire inside 'em, uh [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T] Call 'em Yoko Ono, Ono, Ono Only ride solo, solo, solo Mission for the dolo, dolo, dolo One look in her eyes, she'll eat you alive She a man eater, ski mad diva She might up and leave you, cause you can never leave her You ain't never had someone, you can never keep her Tricking on the next man, he can't have her either, call her Yoko Ono [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes On vacation steady baking with Jamaican hoes I got cash boy, I don't care what you making ho 50 thousand on my wrist, I'm feeding eskimos Damn, put VA on this shit Buy 100 fucking bottles, let 'em spray in this bitch My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch And you know I kill songs, it's Burner, CB and Wiz, alrighty now Ha, look at me, Rosé, I'm on nigga 15 grand on a what? That's just my phone, nigga Northern California, them blunts look like cones, nigga Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah, it's Breezy, bitch [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Shades on, Polo white T Me leaving here alone? That's unlikely Not a stoner bitch, but she like me Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee I jack them hoes, direct them hoes, take 'em home And let them hoes go live out their fantasies, they're popping pills, I'm rolling weed Even got a couple bad bitches overseas Out the back cause ain't no tags when I'm shopping And my bag filled with options so don't ask what it cost I'm in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost 'em And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us Ah, killing y'all, blaow, dag get a coffin, uh [Chorus]