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 fuck with you, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Wondering why I ain't got no feelings I can't trust these bitches Fucked on your sister and you know I did it Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas I'm the savage or a dog, it don't make no difference, ah Ride my

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed" George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley,

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Man turn this shit up, man Ay Cardi, you got somethin' to say? You got somethin' to say, talk to 'em Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit