Came through with a bad bitch and tight britches Made the whole book on flight, I'm tight vicious Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters On my plate so much bread, I think I got white privilege Access to five-star rooms and white bitches I dreamed it like Bing Cosby dreamed a white Christmas After shows fuckin' on the slutty snow bunnies I done came to the conclusion that I only And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few She had dreams of fuckin' Cole and even her father would've proved Yes, honey, you can fuck her Look what a dollar bill'll do Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smilin' too Yeah, I know you hatin', nigga, but I'm still smilin' too Will that be all, sir? That'll do Get money at a two You wasn't supposed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule Netflix when you come through, they ask You niggas still watchin' on the TV prop? She give me dome, I catch some Cs, I call her ZZ Top I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped I can't believe he think he hot in his CD flop Hey, I done seen too many white folks in that Sheiky stop Cold bitch, the flow switch like every fall I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore Henny pour on any floor Pain seepin' out my memory's pores Lord, forgive me for the times I didn't follow It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow But now I spit where hollow, tips and follow with the pyro I politic, you ride the disc, then call out sick tomorrow I'm ill, fuck how you feel Don't need no goofy ass Richard Mille For your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell Nigga, you know what I mean? And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen I appreciate you for coming out tonight Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you'll check us next time Same time, same locations We knowin' to fuck shit up every time we step on this motherfuckin' stage That's right And this is just a mixtape You asked for it Eve, what up?