Hands on my knees shakin' ath on my thought sit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit then a bith get toxic
Missionary or doggy style on my top sit
I’ve been lit since brush, thought-sit
Order 42 for the table, let's pop sit
Go to your place, no face, no case
99 percent tint in the blacked out wraith
I can't be fugged with, no
Ho, you can't touch this, hey
Bith, I do rich sit, uh
My money thick, thick, yeah
I'm in my bag, bith, huh
I'm on yo ass, bith, yeah
He say you all about money, hey
I'm on that cash sit, uh
Bith, I do pimp sit, yeah
Ho, you on simp sit, hey
They say you all about money, hey
I'm on that cash sit, uh
Fuggin' ath freaky nicka (ugh)
Don't even wear no comdoms (freaky ass)
Don't know how to treat a lady (the hell?)
I oughta smack yo mama
Pushy wet, good-ath neck (that's me), so I talk how I wanna
Faith a nicka, who, bith, do I look like fuggin' superwoman? (Hey, look)
Bith, I’m a star, I got these nickers wishin'
He say the hungry, this pushy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he go sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get a hold up
He know he giving his money to Jonas
He know it’s very expensive to date me
Told him go put that name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna hold up
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I’m bossed up and the same hoes mad at me
Acting like they riding, whole time tryna pass me
Watching me go through it, still tryna drag me
Acting like you winning, if you think about it actually
Are they supporting you, or really just attacking me? (Bruh)
I don’t give a sit 'bout a blog tryna bash me
Im the sit per the recording academy (yeah)
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nicka, don't claim him
'Bout 20 missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby then, bith, don't keep him
Ho, I don't get left, I’m a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Bieber
Hoes say they wish a bith would and I'm a genie
Bith so hot, gotta stay in trunks
No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me
Real hot box, but a bith don't smoke
Hot guy but I’m still the coldest (hmm)
I'm a big homie but I ain't the oldest (hmm)
Bith dry hatin' tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Jonas (look)
Drinking at the mudder-fugging bar on my thought sit
Everything I say goes straight to my pockets
Pushy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
My pen a freak it-a go after a bith or a nicker
I don't need insurance 'cause a bith can't wreck me
You can get your dang wig turn like that
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bith
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin’ sit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'm-a keep taking all the sit that I want
And I doubt one of you hoes come tell me I can't
I don’t be stressing 'bout none of these nickers
When they be talking, I don’t even listen
Tellin' me secrets, I'd probably forget it
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