Ride with my niggas Like fuck it, die with my niggas You a nigga with bitch ways You remind me of a bitch named Tiffany All hammers getting tucked And all bad bitches getting fucked I just wanna fuck Lil bitch so what? Nigga I don't give a fuck

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Obviously you ain't shaking him I see that nigga, I'm slaying him Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this Ain't tryna be your alternate Fuck it, you can stay with him Why the hell you wanna stay with him? You don't know what you could be You ain't don't even

I could give you double, baby I could change your whole damn life in a day Why would you wait on a train that's never coming, girl? Yeah, I know you don't wanna be that girl that's fucking what's his face He ain't gonna rock with ya, talk with ya all the

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)