Never lookin' at the cost Money fillin' up the vault (Uh) My word be the law (Uh) Bitches scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!) Let it be known, if a bitch act grown I'm coming strapped up like a bra (brrah!) She tried, but the bitch failed Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!) A 'hunnid on the eway Shotgun in the briefcase Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!) I got so much money up on the line I had to put that shit on three-way (Brring!) Up in your Dm, ain't nobody buying (Hey!) Now you sell pussy on ebay Bitches ain't no shit (no!) Sticky fingers, I'm slick (I'm slick!) Niggas claim that they charged up But got a whole shortage in they dick (fuck) Check stubs look lit (What?) Money double like Twix (it do) Fuckers dunno who they wanna be Like they're playing in the movie "Split"
The tea that I sip, it burn lip Fly lil' bitch with my name on a blimp What the man know I'm hot, check temp (woo!) Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp (okay!) That could never be me Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji Wrist ice be so creamy So we namin' this shit Edy's
How the fuck your inches longer than your money? (How? How? How? How?) How you hittin' stains, with stains in your undies? (How? How? How? How?)
Hoes claim they the realest I'm like "Kill it, don't get me started" Be the same bitches that lie and Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank ass!) Uber pull through the drive-thru I'm tryna get me some Popeyes Bought like twenty wings You would think I'm 'bout to split it with Five Guys (I'm hungry!) Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly Or he could keep the 50 Cent change Get rich or die tryin' I get no days off Your dick is way soft My niggas droppin' them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!) Ball hard, but I hate golf Switch on me, that may cost Nigga said he wanna see me but he's broke Might as well be Ray Charles 'Cause you ain't seein' me Don't give a fuck who you be (no!) Everything custom that you see Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!) Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat (Gimme that head) I told him spell my name with his tongue That's Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!)
Giggity, giggity Bitches is silly, gee All of my enemies try to get rid of me I got the victory, shotgun big as me Watch your step 'cause the blood's so slippery I'm that popular demand Bet her pussy smell like ham Got that money, Uncle Sam Scam my nigga like Joanne (Woo!)
How the fuck your inches longer than your money? (How? How? How? How?) How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies? (How? How? How? How?)
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43573707