Yo Mario

Yo Mario
What you on?
Yo Mario
What’s going on?
(Hell-hell-h-h-hell)
Hell yeah, I get it on
Martini stains cover the floor
There’s one thing I’d rather do
When I’m not with you, still not all alone
Drop dead drunk with all my fuckers who don’t give a fuck if we’re sleazy dumb
When the morning comes all I know is I ain’t cause a harm to my income
Do you really wanna see me?
Mario drippin' in some ice (ay)
Wanna hate me, wanna be me
Fuck it, you ain’t that nice (shit)
Still we’re fucking hard, fucking it up hard when we backstage
Cigarettes and champagne bottles lost in my black Range
Yo Mario
What you on?
Yo Mario
What’s going on?
Yo Mario
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
What you on? (damn)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yo Mario
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
What’s going on?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
I spilled my drink, I-
I fly, Space
I pulled in a foreign
Then I skrrt on your bitch
I feel I’m already famous
Pop a pill then trip in Vegas
I do me
I can’t stop winnin', see?
Ooh, fuck
I am cash-overflowed
Does it make sense or is it about my fuck off mode?
Drip in platinum, shit
Now the floor be slippery
Hurry up dawg, we must get this bread quickly
Yo Mario
What you on?
Yo Mario
What’s going on?
Yo bro
Man, what you gotta do to show all these bum ass fuckers that you’re the
fucking GOAT?
Like… for real though (mh-ha-ha)
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Yo Mario
What you on?
Yo Mario
What’s going on?
Yo Mario
What you on?
Yo Mario
What’s going on?