I got silver, what the f*ck, I look like wearing golds
When I walk up in saks fifth, I let my pockets float
And my swag, the hoe jack it, she tryna f*ck me for it
And not one of them hoes wanted me back then
Now I be ridin' in foreigns
Now I be ridin' in foreigns
Lil' bitch, I been scorin, scorin, scorin' I got all these type of hoes, different flavors
Like I'm Haagen-Dazs, I got my bitches different flavors
Uhh
I ain't even gon' do it like that I ain't even gon' do it
No, I ain't gon' do it like that but they know I get ruthless
My choppa ruthless
These hoes is foolish I can't f*ck with not one of them
I can't f*ck with a fan hoe, not one of them
If she said she like my music, then the bitch is a fan hoe
If she wanna hang with the guys, the bitch, is a groupie hoe
Yeah, I'm just describing' the hoe by her vibe, yeah, I'm tryna let you know
Yeah, I've been on top, bitch, I've been on time, I'm tryna let you know
Yeah, I've been on top, bitch, I've been on time, bitch, I'm tryna let you know
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, I kept it solid, let me in that door
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, I kept it solid, bitch, open that door
Woah, yeah, I'm a real nigga, God blessed me, With hunnits, hunnits
I had to talk with God, he said, spend that shit how you want it
You gotta get it how you live, so you spend that shit how you want it
No, I can't tell them what I did, cause they'll probably look at me funny
No, I can't tell them what I did, cause they'll probably look at me sideways
So when I'm speaking to these niggas, all I speak is blasé
But if the conversation bout money, I speak like I'm in college