We live and direct
From that inner space, outer space
Invading your space
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope
Im super baby, I’m super dope
Im super baby, Im super dope
Im doper than a dope boy
Make a lotta dough, call me doughboy
Rocking Yves Saint Laurent coat boy
Control the whole game remote boy (Booyah!)
Motherfucker, Im a superstar
Shine so bright like a quasar
Stay on point like a laser
Willy got so much flavor (Booyah!)
Wanna know about me, go to wiki-wiki
Ima time bomb bouta ticky, ticky
Sent me on top on a tippy, tippy
Only fly chickens, Im picky, picky
So ill I’m sicky, sicky
Yeah, got the liquor you can sippy, sippy
Me love you long time, no quicky, quicky
Lotta girl on my dang, dang, diggy-diggy
Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like Im made of solid gold
Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
Im super baby, Im super dope
Im super baby, I’m super dope
I knock em out the box, boy
I aint something you could stop boy (Booyah!)
Im on fire, yeah, Im hot boy
And Im that flavor, that youre not boy (Booyah!)
I got em sweating like a fat man
Im all up in your head, like a CAT scan
Delete em and throw em in the trash can
Attack em with the boom-bap original rap man (Booyah!)
Im the cream of the crop boy
Supreme cause Im sitting on the top boy
I make it crack cause I rock, boy
Constant means that thap dont stop boy (Booyah!)
I kill the game and the coaches
Spray lead now they running like roaches
Dead prez now here come the vultures
Make bread cause Im coming with that dopeness
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like Im made of solid gold
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope
Drop the beat
Body blow, body blow
Hit the floor
Fight over ring the bell baby di-di-di-ding
TKO, comatose adios
Slow motion on you muddafuckah (Booyah!)
Super man, super gun
Make em run
Shoot em down with the wicky-wicky, ba-ba-ba-bang
Automatic now ya body looking polkadotted
Blood splattered, when I hit ya with the "Booyah"
Whiplash get the cash get the ching, ching
Get the gold, get the jewels, get the bli-bli-bli-bling
Get the money, get the cash, get the dough
Ten hundred, twenties, baby get that (Booyah!)
Dollar sign, dollar sign
On the brain, on the mental
Got money on my mah-mah-mah-mind
Make em stop, hammer time
Hustle time, keep on hustling
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like Im made of solid gold
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope
Im super baby, Im superdope
Im doper than the dope game
Making more money than the dope man
You see me double fisting holding champagne
Got turnt up, til I had no brain
Motherfucker Ima rockstar
In a G6 eatin up the caviar
Started from the bottom, now Im outta here
Started from the bottom, now Im outta here (Booyah!)
I be on my hustle getting busy-busy
Tokyo to Brussels got me dizzy, dizzy
Travel round the world like where is she, is she?
Hit me on the phone, I say moshi moshi
I keep the 100, never 50/50
I keep it hip-hop, never hippy, hippy
I dont luh da coco, no sniffy, sniffy
I got soul cause Seoul is my city, city
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like Im made of solid gold
Aye, yo, baby Im super duper, super dope
Im super baby, Im super dope
Im super baby, Im super dope
Songwriters: William Adams / Joshua Alvarez / Allan Pineda Lindo / Jaime Luis Gomez