The World Is Ours Lyrics by AZ Chike
(Feat. Tyler, The Creator)
Okay
Boy, the whip mean, but my bitch somethin’ nice
Rather drink room temp, bitch, I don’t fuck with ice
Got some shit so slight that’ll fuck up your life
Can leave you slumped to the left or it could sit you upright
Uh, one time for the real, when it get real (Ayy)
Two times for the bitch ain’t gotta split bills (Ayy)
Three times for myself, I still get chills (Ayy)
Told her, “Drop the addy, I’m off addy, I can’t sit still”
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight, shit (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
The world is ours
Mm, diamonds hittin’, how could I complain?
My wrist doin’ all the work and I ain’t even gotta wear no chains
I’m overpaid and love them white tee, Hanes
It must bring you niggas pain just to see me do my thang
What a shame, put my bitch in her favorite pair of Ugg boots
Bathe her with diamonds, she lookin’ like a tub too
I gotta I.D., unscrew, that nigga plug loose
Poolside rules, gon’ be nowhere to run to
Huh (Hm), sticky-icky
He a broke boy, messy bitch, Icky Vicky
I was raised by thugs wearin’ Chuck and Dickies
It’s sunny in California, but I’m the coldest in the city
Uh, one time for the real when it get real (Ayy)
Two times for the bitch ain’t gotta split bills (Ayy)
Three times for myself, I still get chills (Ayy)
Told her, “Drop the addy, I’m off addy, I can’t sit still”
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight, shit (Sticky-icky-icky)
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours
I’m throwin’ money fast, ain’t no limit
Because the world is ours
I’m blowin’ money fast, ain’t no limit
The world is ours
One time for my niggas in the back (Ayy)
Two times for my bitches, where they at? (Ayy)
Three times for my niggas in the front (Ayy)
Four times for the bitches, say, “What’s up?” (Ayy)
One time for my niggas in the back (Ayy)
Two times for my bitches, where they at? (Ayy)
Three times for my niggas in the front (Ayy)
Four times for the bitches, say, “What’s up?” (Ayy)
I’m just tryna throw my bands
I’m just tryna throw my bands
I’m just tryna throw my bands
Because the world is ours
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (I’m blowin’ money fast)
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight, shit
I’m just tryna throw my bands tonight (Ain’t no limit)
Because the world is ours
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Am I fried, bro?
Alright, question, Greg, you up
Yeah
Am I fried, bro?
