[VERSE 1]
I used to be a radio baby
Listening to the radio, baby
I was encapsulated in this work
Yeezy taught me, so did Nicki
I didn’t need that mouse named Mickey
And Miley taught me how to do the twerk

[Chorus]
You can blame them for this outfit that I put on
And I vent ‘about flying through windows in my songs
Don’t look in my room, there's nothing but smoke and bongs
Goin’ to your concert, all I hear is yawns
Radiobaby don’t approve
One show down, let’s move
What have we made?

[VERSE 2]
But that's my style
Know I’m just a classy one
Gonna have’a do a lot to see my bun
If you hear my roar, you better run
Come into my room at night, you know it shan't be fun
Yuh, I fantasize ‘bout the days
When we strip ourselves and runnin’ by the back of the bay
Nah, I’m kidding, that’s some basic shit
If you wanna do good, here, just take a hit
If young money is the roster, where’s the monster crew?
That’s some pandering shit I just wouldn’t do
Those who beat me they’re not real, the few
You the match I made, I light the fuse
Bitches scared to come to one of my shows
Cause they scared I won’t notice them if they not front row
Ee Er, Ee Er, mechanical minds
Why don’t you open up the box and see what’s inside, fool

[Chorus]
You can blame them for this outfit that I put on
And I vent ‘about flying through windows in my songs
Don’t look in my room, there's nothing but smoke and bongs
Goin’ to your concert, all I hear is yawns
Radiobaby don’t approve
One show down, let’s move
What have we made?