Violate that bitch, I didn't, yeah Violate that bitch, I didn't, yeah I can't talk about all the shit that I didn't did I can't talk about all the bitches I didn't hit I can't talk about all the niggas that got fed My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red Fuck the loaf, I make the bread I see numbers in my head I like dead people instead Ain't about money, text on red Everything you did, I didn't been, did it Every bitch you fucked, I didn't been, he did Every time I go to check my bank account You wouldn't even believe my bank amount I can count up the whole goddamn amount I made it And sometimes I forget I'm famous just like Ernie and Amos And I can turn your bitch around and fuck her in her anus And I just let her split it up for some entertainment When my first Grammy put my opps in the pavement I told my ghetto bitch to shut the fuck up I like tough love, I know they don't trust us I just put it in her mouth, she need a touch up And my lifestyle tempur-pedic need to rough up I walk in the fucking meeting, all you starstruck Baby, you been blessed to see it, give you good luck My cousins say that I'm a menace to society When I fuck a famous bitch, I do it quietly All my niggas quit to judge, I know they tire me Toxic bitch won't let me leave, something up her sleeve She know why I bleed, she know my ID I sent her to Maldives just so I could breathe Uh, came out kicking in October Last time I checked, your energy was bipolar Last time I checked, your baby mama had an odor Last time I checked, she was fucking a promoter Uh, you was sitting on the porch Last time I checked, I'm the one that took the torch Last time I checked, I cut you off with no remorse Last time I checked, y'all was quick to go report If I cancel, then that mean I had some shit to do If I cancel, I was in the projects, 10 to 2 If I cancel, who the fuck you think you talking to? If I cancel, call my eldest bitch and tell her, If I, ain't that mean I'm probably at the bank If I, hug my bitch, I gotta keep her safe If I, taper, taper, taking off her face If I, say she want a smart nigga with taste I can't talk about all the shit that I done did I can't talk about all the bitches I done hit I can't talk about all the niggas that got fed My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red Do-do-do-do, fuck the loaf, I make the bread Do-do-do-do, I see numbers in my head I like dead people instead Do-do-do-do, ain't about money, text on red Thanks for watching!