Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

Bitch, I might be I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl, have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding Ooh, I see niggas hatin', they wanna be like me

Get off your ass and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm fuckin' your bitch under covers I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight

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!

Gone in the sky, over 20,000 I keep my wifi lit I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa Woah, woah, woah I leave a bitch in the

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

Screamed ride or die, I thought you would die with me Found out you a bitch, you can't even ride with me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Uh, used to be my dogg, you was in my

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

I got them keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'mma shoot him some chips Radar, radar oh, bitches ain't even on my radar Radar, radar oh, you ain't on my radar Radar, radar, no, no, you ain't on my radar No, no,

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life