F.U.N.K. E

It's a sunny day in California. Got the top down, whip down Melrose. Ay, tell 'em what's up. Feelin' good, Feelin' great, got my paper straight. Utopic where you catch me poppin' out the Wraith. Baby No Money, yeah, that's the name. Kangaroo kick like I'm Wu-Tang. Shanghai, LA, Tokyo or somethin'. Touch down with your girl, meet me at the London. Now she hopin' it was somethin'. Sorry shorty, we ain't nothin'. P&J, first class, legs up, paper planes. Live fast, die young, babies go MIA. Feelin' like Gucci Mane, pink coat, lemonade. Passport, Paris, got me kissin' twins, Mary-Kate. Valley girls dancing Moulin Rouge. Now they talkin' French and askin' me like, "Voulez-vous?" Now they stalkin' on the boy like Scooby-Doo. They tryna F-U-C-K. Feelin' good, feelin' great, got my paper straight. Utopic where you catch me poppin' out the Wraith. Baby No Money, yeah, that's the name. Kangaroo kick like I'm Wu-Tang. Shanghai, LA, Tokyo or somethin'. Touch down with your girl, meet me at the London. Now she hopin' it was somethin'. Sorry shorty, we ain't nothin'. Feedin' myself, I got some Capital Dentals. Shinjuku got bases, you know how I'm steppin'. Self-help books, no way I ain't read 'em. Yeah, your shorty's in my DM, tell your man To come get her. She said she don't get No fucks. Baby, this ain't love, It's lust. Let me cut, boy, good luck, Chug. Baby No Money, baby tell 'em what's up. Sunset, lollipops, all the finer things. Brand new chick, that's a brand new ting. Disappear real quick, poof, like bling. Mama said never change, so I made change. Feelin' good, feelin' great, got my paper straight. Utopic where you catch me poppin' out the Wraith. Baby No Money, yeah, that's the name. Kangaroo kick like I'm Wu-Tang. Shanghai, LA, Tokyo or somethin'. Touch down with your girl, meet me at the London. Now she hopin' it was somethin'. Sorry shorty, we ain't nothin'. Feelin' really good when I hang out with you. Up so high, don't want it to end. Sniff another line, let's do some. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come On. Feelin' good, feelin' great, got my paper Straight. Utopic where you catch me poppin' out the Wraith. Baby No Money, yeah, that's the name. Kangaroo kick like I'm Wu-Tang. Shanghai, LA, Tokyo or somethin'. Touch down with your girl, meet me at the London. Now she hopin' it was somethin'. Sorry shorty, we ain't nothin'. Nah, sorry shorty, we ain't nothin'.