| Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ |
| Mama, you so bad, you could be my wife |
| If it’s hot and ready, I need a slice |
| Got the cabbage corn bread with the beans and rice, nice |
| Ice on you, I don’t need advice |
| Need it once in the morning and the evening twice |
| It was me and Mr. Hip on the trip out in Brooklyn |
| At a backyard barbecue and there you was cookin' |
| You was lookin' real good, I’ma just go on and say it |
| Heard your song on the radio when they start to play it |
| You took it down to the floor and had my hypnotized |
| Now I’m thinkin' 'bout thick thighs, Popeye’s chicken and fries |
| Extra greasy, peanut butter and chocolate, make a Reese |
| Just a student to the game, wanna learn all you can teach me |
| Capeesh me? Strawberry kiwi, lookin' like Riri |
| I’m feelin' real good, I just wanted you to see me |
| So po up until we mow up but never throw up |
| And I say «what up doe» 'cause ain’t nothin' but dough up |
| Sky’s the limit, but never timid, in it to win it |
| I clock my paper fast like a New York minute |
| Amityville, they sayin' God damn it he real |
| If it’s a way to get that paper, God damn it he will |
| Don’t need luck when you got plannin' and skill |
| And if you cup empty, it’s time for a refill, for real |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', in my car, zoomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |
| Lord have mercy, grab my chest |
| I ain’t prayin', but I’m sayin' that your ass is blessed |
| I be a valedictorian and pass your test |
| If I was on death row, you’d be my last request, yes |
| bikini up in |
| Legs up like the doors on a Lamborghini |
| I could grant you three wishes like I was a genie |
| Lean back with my brim to the side, the bossalini |
| See me run my routines, yes I keep my coupe clean |
| I’m known to spread love, that’s just how I do things |
| In the street championship, I won a few rings |
| But that don’t mean a thing, what’s a king without a queen |
| All my homies in the streets ballin' like they in the league |
| I’ma do a Colin Kaepernick and take a knee |
| I do this for the real ones locked away, they never freed |
| So we can be after ever forever happily |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', in my car, zoomin' |
| I’m still boomin', baby |
| I’m still boomin', still boomin' |