Watch the Cartier, whoop it, yes, that's a bag Bought the new crib, but the tax not the flag I don't need his money, but I'll take it to invest Want a bad bitch, gotta stay with your chest Talk to me nicely I just spent a quarter million dollars on a ice piece I just turned an eight-figure nigga to a hype piece That's cat, bitch, I'm wife Second thought, bitch, I might be Turn a nigga life to a movie like I'm Spike Lee I ain't tryna hear none of that If you tell me no again, I ain't comin' back Jacques-Marie on my face, it's like one of that Whole squad in this bitch, I'm the running back Hunt one, hunt two, hunt three I just touched down with a hundred on me Watch me work, yeah Watch me work Watch me work, yeah Watch me work, work Watch me work, work Watch me work that Watch me turn around and twerk that He ain't gon' never get this work back Purging rugs all through the crib like I'm P&D I don't do the back and forth, I'm on D&D Hold up, bitch, how's finna go up? Baby off that 1942 till she throw up It's so crazy I could trade that AP for that new Mercedes I could hit you with that, uh, wait, let me stop I know how bitches move, y'all might call the cops Two-tone my Chanel with the matching rocks Rap bitches in the dirt, y'all can match the opps Bitches up, yeah, bitches up Still thick as fuck, still don't give a fuck Baby got that chopper on her, she be in a clutch Watch me work, yeah Watch me work Watch me work, yeah Watch me work, work Watch me work that Watch me turn around and twerk that He ain't gon' never get this work back Purging rugs all through the crib like I'm P&D I don't do the back and forth, I'm on D&D Hold up Hold up