Me no conversate with the fake,
that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper,
that part
All my bitches flavor,
that part, that part, that part, that part, ayy
That part
Bang this * in the hood one time,
lil' bitch I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away,
I need more options
Broke them fixin' pockets, all I do is profit
Four to a million switching lanes
That part
Bet my bitch move the same ole thing
That part 405 with the gun, I'm sick,
that part
Ayy,
I'm still tryna make that play Rich or poor,
nigga,
choose your fate
Style on top of style,
nigga Five years of being rich,
nigga
Drove Beamers down,
fed,
nigga Push Porsches down Broadway
I been diving in different holes,
nigga Got a chain that's right through rolls,
nigga
Got a engine in the back with the top
in it Nigga driving it like it's a bomb,
innit?
Me no conversate with the fake,
that part All my bitches independent bitches,
that part I just want the paper,
that part All my bitches flavor,
that part,
that part,
that part,
that part,
ayy
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay That part
Beggars can't be choosers,
bitch,
this ain't Chipotle Nigga,
with a attitude,
I feel like O'Shea Walkin',
livin' legend,
man,
I feel like Kobe I just left the strip club,
got some glitter on me Wifey gonna kill me,
she the female OJ Y'all don't feel me,
man,
this ain't okay Four seasons,
take a shower,
new clothes,
I'm reloaded
Rich niggas still eatin' catfish That bitch ain't really bad,
that's a catfish
If I walk up outta Sass-Fit How the paparazzi doin' backflips?
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out till you're backless
Think we already established She just got a blunt bra strapless,
yeah
Okay,
okay,
okay,
okay,
that part Beggars can't be choosers,
bitch,
this ain't Chipotle
Nigga,
with a attitude,
I feel like O'Shea Walkin',
livin' legend,
man,
I feel like Kobe
Me no conversate with the fake That part
All my bitches independent bitches That part
I just want the paper That part
All my bitches flavor That part,
that part,
that part,
that part,
ayy
That part
Bang this * in the hood one time
Look, bitch, I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away
I need more options
Broke them fix your pockets
All I do is profit
Few million made and still ain't change
That part
Me and my girl got match and bling
That part
I'ma get so blowed, I'ma lose my brain
That part
Me and that XO,
only thing go straight Me and me a bitch that'll go both ways
Style on top of style,
nigga Since I'm young and I wanted to ball,
nigga
Had a pistol in my drawers,
nigga When I was broke,
I had the sauce,
nigga
Got a Chevy beside the side on it Honey,
it's supposed to be,
ain't the days
on it Got a choppa to stand the fire to
I'll put your homies down beside you,
uh Me no conversate with the fake
That part All my bitches independent bitches
That part I just want the paper That
part All my bitches flavor That part,
that part,
that part,
that part,
ayy
That part
That part
That part Walking,
living legend,
man,
I feel like Kobe
That part I just dropped 60,
man,
I feel like Kobe
Love,
mama's with me,
man,
I feel like Kobe Pippin' in my way,
man,
I feel like Joe,
ayy
Trippin' in my way, now we roll, ayy
I ain't say *,
nigga You ain't listenin' close,
though
You ain't listenin' to hoes,
though You ain't listen to the flow,
though
Listen to the gold,
I'm starting young,
nigga,
from the gold,
though
I'ma freestyle this motherfucker, who knew?
a uh huh My nigga nigga spools with a Q and a top
dog Get the nigga on the full, top dogone
the floor, uh, uh, uh it, uh, uh, uh
Hands,
hooves,
hands,
feet in public street,
Niggas having ass drinking