All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job Whoa, you be goin' hard, you be goin' hard You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard (uh, uh) Know me from the start, I'ma play my part I got no heart, I be goin' hard I

Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just want to be down So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies,

Ah uh, ooh, ah uh Oh give me that, give me that, give me that I'm riding like a nympho Tonight I'm with all that 300 for to my squad, promise I give you all I got Bitch fall back I hit your spot, he don't do that for you I know She got a thing for

I think we got a problem Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew Big business minus the business suit Even I look in the mirror like is it you And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes

Tell my homies about my side bitch Tell my side bitch bout my main bitch I don't tell my main bitch shit Main bitch know my government Where the money sent shit Cut a bitch don't you tell my main bitch shit Shown up, shown up, shown up, don't ever tell

A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like Your shit make

While you were round It ain't my bitch Dragging me down It ain't my fault It ain't my call Out of my way Out of my day Out of your mind and into mine It's no more

This is sweet revenge And karma's a bitch You glutton for punishment What did you expect? Yet still you talk Try to fight but I will watch you fall A fistful of fear in my hands A bullet of betrayal in my brain