FUTURISTIC Why Not song lyrics

Why not? Yeah, I like, I like that shit

Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?

All this money in my pocket got me

Yo, I copped two bottles and they vote for me

Niggas hating and I bag them quick, like groceries

Every track I make's a masterpiece

I make them say, uh, like Master P

I see what niggas is doing, so fuck it, I'm doing it better

They taking what's hot, duplicate it and drop it

They flow be the same, but they're changing their letters

And then they got one line and one verse and one song

That people remember that's clever and they go like this, hold up

My bars so cold, I wear one thousand sweaters

House party at my nigga crib

I never let a side bitch find out where I live

I only fuck with fans, I need a dick rider

I pick her up then drop her off, like a hitchhiker

Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?

All this money in my pocket

Made me feel like why not?

Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?

I know, can't nobody stop me

So I'm yelling why not?

Why not? My middle finger up, to let these niggas know

Your bitch sucking on me, like a chicken bone

I hit that shit, then do my happy dance

I'm killing all these rappers, call an ambulance

No, really though, who is you kidding?

Them writtens is awfully shitty

It's twenty fourteen, you rap like Mase and Diddy

There's no marathon, but I'm running my city

You can find me in the club, just like fifty

I'm rubbing her tittes, you not fucking with me

You trying to slang all these singers and models

My nigga, I'm just trying to bang Oprah Winfrey

Play her my song, I know she gon' love it

I hit her at her house, we call that homecoming

Silk sheets, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Squad

Fuck all of that shit that you talking 'bout

I'm never gonna join Illuminati