He got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling the guap I ain't picking up, up Y'all little can't sit by the pool You ain't thick enough, thick Weave so and the pussy so wet eat it up eat it up
(x2) Oh My God, this shit Oh My God, slippers Oh My God, my vicious Oh My God, might yo feelings
What's the between me and you? (Who?) dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!) I know the facts will you feel a way Took years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!) What's the difference yours and mine Credit cards that just don't (No bitch!) It's overpriced but I still don't I 1000 dollars on a glass of wine
Y'all tryna split the tab you know you shouldn't ate the crab Louis purse but you the tag you know you finna take it back Tit for tat you get the bag You know pussy fat, you waist snatched I'm in the quarter mill the ceiling cracked Why you in your I feeling that (Naah!)
Ain't no fucking thing you could me If he hit it then you know he won the Imma keep him if he eating no cutlery me, i'm too audacious I want them tickets, ain't talking Santortini then i up locations Got no further fucks, so don't ask for (Woo!) get your bag up Talk [???]
Oh My God, shit different Oh My God, slippers Oh My God, my vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo
Oh My God bitch ever!