1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She bend down I see her I make it she throw it back And all this keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got racks on on racks Pool at the W, take a puff and relax It's that lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order more spades then hit 'em with that But these fakes hoes won't leave me Fake bag, fake ass and she for patron My credit good, my money need a loan And them you got on, pound sign
Basic I got a bitch me, she got a bitch with her And I ain't 'bout no basic bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you trying to front on? And on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie Fake [?], booty So she a bitch At the all weekend, she trying to get rich But all I got is this for a basic bitch
2:] So it off with your knock-off You head to any nigga riding with his top off You the I'd knock off, forget I ever met you you on Twitter, never BBM or text you Lookin' for the next you, I just to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the looking for hoes Everything look good off a bottles of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of your And paintin' a mental picture of you all your clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the on a rose? With Amber Rose? I ain't 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar Your friends can't go, you go, you don't have a car But that weave hanging down to ass ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every video takin' off clothes I thought I you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda is 2012 Range, now how times change You bitches'll never get a ring, James Cause I got all the game, used to Daddy the King Gettin' dirty with my lil'