[Verse 1]

Nice than a motherfucker
Backstabber on your resumé
I just put in work, she call me Mister
(But it ain’t an anthem ’til the strippers moving)
Don’t got a middle man, middle man
Niggas don’t even buy albums
I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Claim they running up, who the fuck? And we see such and such
Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man
Act like this shit don’t apply to you, huh
I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I’m out in Vegas
When we off the colors, not insurmountable
Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move Rude, Mr.
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches drinkin’ Rosé like it’s Mountain Dew
These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker
Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-Just-Don’t-Get-Along Mr.
These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker
All you play is that nigga music

But niggas still do anything for a deal, homie
Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer
Already-Made-It, you can’t come around Mr.
2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone Mr.
I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm Mr.
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
Hype than a motherfucker
Guess what she’s down to do, roll up a pound or two

They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue
Get it by the ground, call it Twista

Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Yee, yee, cappin’ and you ain’t even got your rent paid
Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool
[Bridge]
But it ain’t an anthem ’til the strippers moving
I-Mastered-The-Style, I’m just working on my form Mr.
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway
Yeah, hey Mister
Lookin’ like we won the Super Bowl anyway
Rush, be rich, hit me up, I’m just waking up Mr.
[Intro]
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
Bright than a motherfucker
Never blink, never lose no sleep, niggas huff and puff
Come-And-Get-Your-Food Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Mr.
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
I guess I got a short attention span
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Call it what you want
I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
30 you a fool for this one
In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch
Nice than a motherfucker

Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube
Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On
Lookin’ like we won the Super Bowl anyway
I red the text, what that shit say?

I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man

Bright than a motherfucker
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
I can no longer be held accountable

I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
[Part 1: Middle Man]
I just brought a couple negros with me, please don’t be alarmed
Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherfucker
For this moment
They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
They don’t play your shit ‘less there’s a diss on it
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns Count-The-Rope, Mr. Mr.
Mr. If-You-Ain’t-With-The-Movement-Ain’t-No-Conversation, preacher
I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)

That’s cool, we was never cool anyway
[Verse 2]
Lituation, Mr. Fuck-You-Pay-Me Mr., Mr.
Nice than a motherfucker
Eeh, eeh, fuck what you sayin’ to me?
I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, look, DJ’s say they support but they still phoney
Chichi Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone Hear the bong, Mr.
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Mister, Bobby Bands
[Chorus]
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Master dome, black Power Ranger, I do not belong
Mr. Told-You-I’d-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain’t-Get-There-‘Til-2
[Verse 2]
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Than a motherfucker
Clean, what’s the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy Mr.
[Intro]
[Bridge]
Solo Dolo, no, this ain’t no ride along Mr.
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
[Chorus]
Bruce Leeroy when they come through Mr.
Break-The-Rules T, Mr. Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr.
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands

Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherfucker

They don’t play my shit ‘less I got Tip on it
Nice than a motherfucker
Hype than a motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon’-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room
Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas’ true colors shine bright than a motherfucker
Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform Mr.
I’m not you, I done paid my dues, I do this shit daily
I guess I got a short attention span
Than a motherfucker
Quiet, shh, bitch, don’t make a sound, yeah Mr.
[Part 2: Mr. Mister]
Don’t got a middle man, middle man
[Chorus]
Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man
I done accomplished, start what I set out to do
With, "Dog, I wouldn’t lie to you"?
Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas’ true colors shine bright than a motherfucker
Bruh, she already jiggin’, ain’t no turnin’ back
Why you make all that nigga music?
Down to die for this shit, bet I live for it