For the King Video (MV)

I know you f*cking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother f*cking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now

Said it's my mother f*cking timepiece
Yeah, I'm rolling up grams
With a mother f*cking dime piece
Designer clothes and diamond robes
You know I only f*ck with like
The finest hoes
Uh-huh
I got Tazs Angels chilling on stand-by
But I want you girl
I wanna make yo mans cry
I'm really winning by a landslide
I ain't just an artist
I'm a mother f*cking franchise
I been on my game now
Yeah I make it rain
In the club
Everywhere I go
You know they know my name
Yea I got em' feeling salty
Now I go against the grain, dawg
I been in the gym, boy
I'll hit you like a train
Yeah, ya shawty give me brain
Like a lobotomy
So I took her round the world
Like geography
Yeah, I play games with her mind
Like monopoly
And now you know I own that pussy
Like property
And then I said

I know you f*cking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother f*cking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now

How the f*ck a bad bitch
With a cheapskate
Broke mother f*cker
Girl I got condos in three states
I got drive like the freeway
So you know I really go to work
On that pussy with the briefcase
I got interviews on talk shows
Girl you know the Summer gon' be mine
I'm dropping bombs
With the launch codes
Yeah I know it's been a long road
I'm about to hit a triple double
In award shows
I been with my manager
We planning on a new tour
First I hit the mall and buy
Every pair of Jordan's in the shoe store
They said i'm beat
And I produced more
Now I got they ex bitch chilling
Giving head up in my two door
I whistled at her
Like a teapot
Smoking on that
So loud
You could hear it through the sheetrock
I eat her out
I hit her weak spots
Legs shaking
I ain't playing
(Doof-doof)
Girl, I beat box
Yeah

I know you f*cking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother f*cking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now