Childish Gambino Move That Dope/Nextel Chirp/Let Your Hair Blow song lyrics

Whippin' the Lam', whippin' and grippin' the Lam'

Niggas like 'bino the man, I was like damn

I was allergic to not makin' money, the timing was perfect

They used to not pay him no never mind

Niggas these numbers don't ever lie

Fuck wit' your boy like a pedophile

Damn I'm fly, I'm so high I might need a spaceship

I'm on acid, this bitch is basic

We them niggas y'all love to hate on

But when you see us y'all never say shit

Conversation, I'm in that, top 5, I'm in rap

Pussy niggas, y'all say shit and don't do shit

Flew your girl to Saint Lucia

Oh, these niggas are not from Atlanta, these niggas are not from Atlanta

Cause I'm from Atlanta and we would just handle it

Struggle rap, Canibus

Amethyst, my weed purple

Rap game, I'm Steve Urkel, Urquelle

She want some pics, I'm like "oh well, you better Google search"

Money rule my universe

Nigga we made it

We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said "nigga we hate it"

Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith)

Tesla the color of Satan (whip)

Bitches are mine for the takin'

I understand why you hate us

Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work

Yeah, my cousin used to serve him, now he learning how to walk

If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before

Yeah, you know, uh

Yes I be the man, who you tellin'?

Smokin' on that loud, what you smellin'?

Cops want a nigga for the sport

Hundred dollars, can't afford it

Made my momma cry in court

Fuck them niggas

Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelevy out

See you wit' your friends and break you up cause you hanging out

Learn to talk about, what you talkin' 'bout?

Never on the phone, had to do it on my own

Took a minute, now we on, yeah

Scooter got the Street Lottery, that's a classic

Cause it be showin' niggas how to be when you passin'

That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah

I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin' though?

Patience, congratulations, I'm on my A shit

I met this dude while on vacation, I didn't say shit

When he was talkin' all that bullshit about the nation

Starter, I just gave a facial, my reparations

Uh, it's a new black renaissance

Uh, all that wack shit Jay be on

Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on

Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on

Let the top down and let your hair blow You got a perfect body, all natural

Body that the superstar lookin' for

Hey baby, let's just go for a ride, okay

Let the top down and let your hair blow

Let the top down and let your hair blow

You got a perfect body, all natural

Body that the superstar lookin' for

Let's ride and let the top down

Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out

We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down

Even in the winter flexin' with the top down

Top down, let 'em see a king

East side, East side, I'm just bein' me

I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture

I just say the realest shit and hope it don't insult you

On stage, yellin' crazy shit

I was high but I meant that shit

Let it out, gotta vent that shit

Play me loud, that's event music

I don't swear to God, I just swear to me

I don't think there's anything I couldn't be

All we know is trust, that's the R O Y A L T Y

Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be