He ain't got a with a bitch like me He rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling the guap I ain't up, picking up Y'all little hoes can't sit by the You ain't thick enough, thick so long and the pussy so wet eat it up eat it up
(x2) Oh My God, this different Oh My God, slippers Oh My God, my wrist Oh My God, might hurt yo
What's the difference between me and (Who?) dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!) I know the facts make you feel a way three years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!) What's the difference yours and mine cards that just don't decline (No bitch!) It's overpriced but I still mind I spent dollars on a glass of wine
Y'all mathematicians tryna the tab you know you shouldn't ate the crab Louis but you kept the tag Bitch you know you take it back Tit for tat you get the bag You know pussy fat, you know snatched I'm in the quarter mill the ceiling cracked Why you in feelings? I feeling that (Naah!)
no fucking thing you could offer me If he hit it then you he won the lottery keep him if he eating with no cutlery Pardon me, i'm too I them tickets, ain't talking citations then i switch up locations Got no further fucks, so don't ask for (Woo!) Better get bag up Talk [???]
Oh My God, this different Oh My God, Gucci Oh My God, my vicious Oh My God, might yo feelings
Oh My God Biggest ever!