Where the beans at, I'm a mother f*cking fein
Damn I achieved your man's goals and I'm living that boy dreams
And I did this by myself, so I do not want no team
Oh now you saw me with my chains on, now you want this cream
I ain't dumb, I ain't slow
If shit go left, I kick doors
I make some mills when I'm bored
And you wanted more but you sold
Yeah bitch I'm hot, yeah you cold
Let me light shit up like a stove
Imma reminisce being poor
Because now we upping up that score
Now bitch I made it
Now bitch I made it
Now bitch I made it
You see my paper?
Now bitch I made it
Now bitch I made it
Now bitch I made it
You see my paper?