Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah I be at the top, that's my favorite place That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em I'ma

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

When I move you move (just like that) (When I move you move) just like that Stand up! Stand up! Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back! (Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!) Stand up! (just like that) How you ain't gon' fuck! bitch out me? I'm the god damn

Tell me is that deja vu? 'Cause you want me and I want you 'Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no 'Cause baby this ain't nothing new, no 'Cause I can't take it no more No you ain't like them bitches Tell them hoes adios And you can drop your panties Leave

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work Strapped up with that Nina Got two bad bitches with me Molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing Niggas don't feel you when they

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches