Tambourine Dreamin'

Intro

Yeah

Hah

Look

Chorus

Bitch I'm thumbin' through these hundreds like a magazine

White girl in my cup she look just like a tambourine

Got that funk straight from the Yay Area, you know what I mean

My wrist so cold they might need a vaccine

Post-Chorus

Ayy

Ayy

Yeah

Look

Verse 1

Used to move them birds, now I'm movin' real estate

Back then I was pitchin' now I'm catchin' what I chase

My old girl left me said I had a crooked face

Now she see me on the 'Gram, she wanna leave a trace

Neck piece lookin' like a disco ball

Your whole net worth ain't even my advance at all

I'm talkin' tall can sodas, yeah the 40 ounce

Back when rappers had they hand out, I was countin' out

Chorus

Bitch I'm thumbin' through these hundreds like a magazine

White girl in my cup she look just like a tambourine

Got that funk straight from the Yay Area, you know what I mean

My wrist so cold they might need a vaccine

Post-Chorus

Whoa

Whoa

Yeah

Okay

Verse 2

My pockets fat like an oversized duffel

Your chain is costume jewelry, that ain't nothin' but a buckle

I'm whippin' a bucket, it's a Maybach not a Toyota

You boys is extras, I'm the star of this here movie script

My garage got more whips than a slave master

Your whole style borrowed, man you rappin' like a pastor

Preachin' bout the streets but you ain't never touched a brick

I was baggin' up before you learned to tie a kick

Chorus

Bitch I'm thumbin' through these hundreds like a magazine

White girl in my cup she look just like a tambourine

Got that funk straight from the Yay Area, you know what I mean

My wrist so cold they might need a vaccine

Post-Chorus

Yeah

Hah

Look

Ayy

Bridge

I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss

Every loss turned to profit, I'm the sauce

Gumbo on the stove, seasonin' the pot

You just simmerin', I'm boilin' you not

Talkin' out your neck better ice that throat

I'm the reason that your favorite rapper wrote

On some real shit, I'm him

Period, point blank, no trim

Chorus

Bitch I'm thumbin' through these hundreds like a magazine

White girl in my cup she look just like a tambourine

Got that funk straight from the Yay Area, you know what I mean

My wrist so cold they might need a vaccine

Post-Chorus

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah