1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can up her ones She bend I see her tracks I make it rain she it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got racks on racks on Pool at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar out more spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes hoes leave me alone Fake bag, ass and she beggin' for patron My credit making good, my money need a And them heels you got on, sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a bitch her And I talkin' 'bout no basic bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie Fake [?], booty 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 your knock-off You give head to any riding with his top off You the type I'd knock off, I ever met you you on Twitter, never 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 I'm up in the club looking for hoes Everything good off a couple bottles of rose 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 Rose? I ain't talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had Your friends can't go, you can't go, you have a car But that hanging down to your ass Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she for the Mav's You a ho fo sho' You up in every video takin' off clothes I thought I told you that you get far Melissa forgets, [?] mad at how Honda Accord is Range, now look how times change You bitches'll never get a ring, James I got all the game, used to move Daddy the King Gettin' dirty with my lil'