From the D to the A (Remix)

[Verse]
Fuck the opps, run a lil hoe out her socks
I got money like I'm trappin', but I been left the block though
Bitches hear I'm hangin' where they stay
Now they scared, wanna lock doors, runnin' up this place
I ain't worried bout no mad hoes, I ain't worried bout no hoe
All these brands wanna give me checks, I put something on it 50 bands, not a penny less
Why you bitches penniless, you rode in a Bentley yet?
You still riding coach now, bitch, I'm on the private jet
Down with the win now I'm getting to it
Got deals on the line, pssh, bitch you stupid
600 hundreds, what's that, 60 bands?
Keep adding up now this knot can't fit in my hands
You cannot relate, I been eating good, you can't find a plate
Talking shit off in my comments but my bank account is straight
Somebody tell these hoes to get a life
I'm on my