Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I ain't picking up, picking up Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool You ain't thick enough, thick enough Weave so long and the pussy so wet Gon’ eat it up eat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings He said I taste so good I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck I'd die for love, I get 250 just to play They taking shots like plaxico I'm riding waves in Mexico You bitches gassed like Texaco Ain't 'bout that bag, don't hit my phone Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me And if you want me to pull up just know I'mma need a fee Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I ain't picking up, picking up Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool You ain't thick enough, thick enough Weave so long and the pussy so wet Gon’ eat it up eat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rolling tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringing weed on the plane Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha) Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I ain't picking up, picking up Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool You ain't thick enough, thick enough Weave so long and the pussy so wet Gon’ eat it up eat it up Oh My God, this shit different (yah) Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh My God, this shit different (yah) Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh My God Biggest bitch ever!