Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

I pulled up in some shit that make yo bitch go crazy (skrt, skrt) I ain't gotta like her pics, she know a nigga wavy (hey, hey) Ice, water on my wrist that's why these niggas hate me (water, splash) Gotta keep a strap, can't let these niggas play me Ice,

And it ain't gonna change Living with the aftershock Right now, honey I'm living with the aftershock I don't care about the way that ya treated me And I ain't crying 'bout the love I'm paying for No, I ain't bitching 'bout the things You putting down

But I forget you I forgive you I ain't 'bout that shit, so I forgive you Too late to switch, so I forgive you It ain't 'bout that bitch, so I forgive you Ain't 'bout that bitch, so I forgive you It's too late to switch, so I forgive you I didn't mean all

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, big money on this Know that I'm

Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

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

We’ll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first I'll mean something to you These bitches want Nikes They looking for a check Tell em it ain't likely Said she need a ring like Carmelo Must be on that white like Othello All you want is Nikes