I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Ay, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah In the cut, smokin' on indica Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

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

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

This drip is Chanel (Bitch) How you gonna talk about dates when half of my team is in jail? (Bitch) I made Forbes' "30 Under 30," I might go flood out my girl's (Wrist) See-through Louboutin heels, I might just blood out my girl's (Kicks) Man's doing

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two

(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside,

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might