1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a bag so she can pick up her ones She down I see her tracks I make it she throw it back And all this money me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got racks on racks on Pool at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar out Order more spades then hit 'em with that But these hoes won't leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for My credit making good, my money need a And them heels you got on, pound
Basic I got a with 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 fake Fake [?], fake So she a bitch At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is this dick for a bitch
2:] So knock it off with your You give head to any riding with his top off You the I'd knock off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, BBM or text you Lookin' for the next you, I wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the club for hoes Everything look good off a couple bottles of Down low with swag, stuntin' off of your toes And a mental picture of you without all your clothes Have you ever fucked a in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had friends can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that weave hanging down to ass Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the You a ho fo sho' You up in video takin' off your clothes I I told 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, LeBron Cause I got all the game, used to Daddy the King Gettin' money with my lil'