Bitches faker than a barbie doll
Gettin' money never worried bout it all
So I do a shopping spree up at the mall
Baby bounce that booty like a Basketball
Come into your city tryna raise hell
Tried to get ya but you saved by the Bell
Put 'em in a box just like he packing Mail
Testing me I swear to God you'll fail
Hop in a Urus I'm going too fast
I do it too easy I see why they mad
But that's not my fault so why I'm Feeling bad
They pickin' up behind me but it's just Trash
Pull up just to flex, then I pull off
I got the drip got the sauce
Niggas they already know I'm a boss
Boy you don't know what it cost
Everyday I step on niggas necks
I don't really take the disrespect
Don't talk to me if it's not bout the Money cause all I do is talk about the Checks
Wipe his nose like that shit was Running cause he was doing all that Talk and text
Done talkin' all of my shit so nigga you Know what's next
Go crazy go dumb
Imma show you where I'm from
Got these bitches in my DM but they Showing me a thong
Know you heard I'm getting commas And I put that on my momma
Yea I'm the realest in the city so I Pledge it to Obama
I ain't beefing with no niggas I ain't Really into drama
In a Urus burnin' smoke just like some F*ckin' Marijuana
Yea that bitch so f*cking ugly she be Looking like her momma
Spittin' shit in they face and I ain't Talking bout a Llama
Spittin' real fast show em how to Busta Rhyme
Bar after bar imma do it everytime
Knew I had a talent but I couldn't find It then til God came down and showed Me a sign
Came from the bottom now I'm in the Top ten
Money so long I can not even pretend
Gotcha-girl-talking-all that shit
But she won't spin again
Bitches faker than a barbie doll
Gettin' money never worried bout it all
So I do a shopping spree up at the mall
Baby bounce that booty like a Basketball
Come into your city tryna raise hell
Tried to get ya but you saved by the Bell
Put 'em in a box just like he packing Mail
Testing me I swear to God you'll fail
Hop in a Urus I'm going too fast
I do it too easy I see why they mad
But that's not my fault so why I'm Feeling bad
They pickin' up behind me but it's just Trash
Pull up just to flex, then I pull off
I got the drip got the sauce
Niggas they already know I'm a boss
Boy you don't know what it cost