Hands on my knees shakin' ath on my thought sit Post me a pic, finna make me a profit When the liquor hit then a bith get toxic Missionary or doggy style on my top sit I’ve been lit since brush, thought-sit Order 42 for the table, let's pop sit Go to your place, no face, no case 99 percent tint in the blacked out wraith I can't be fugged with, no Ho, you can't touch this, hey Bith, I do rich sit, uh My money thick, thick, yeah I'm in my bag, bith, huh I'm on yo ass, bith, yeah He say you all about money, hey I'm on that cash sit, uh Bith, I do pimp sit, yeah Ho, you on simp sit, hey They say you all about money, hey I'm on that cash sit, uh Fuggin' ath freaky nicka (ugh) Don't even wear no comdoms (freaky ass) Don't know how to treat a lady (the hell?) I oughta smack yo mama Pushy wet, good-ath neck (that's me), so I talk how I wanna Faith a nicka, who, bith, do I look like fuggin' superwoman? (Hey, look) Bith, I’m a star, I got these nickers wishin' He say the hungry, this pushy the kitchen Yeah, that's my dawg, he go sit down and listen Call him a trick and he don't get a hold up He know he giving his money to Jonas He know it’s very expensive to date me Told him go put that name on that account Because when I need money, I ain't tryna hold up I remember hoes used to clap for me happily Now I’m bossed up and the same hoes mad at me Acting like they riding, whole time tryna pass me Watching me go through it, still tryna drag me Acting like you winning, if you think about it actually Are they supporting you, or really just attacking me? (Bruh) I don’t give a sit 'bout a blog tryna bash me Im the sit per the recording academy (yeah) He don't wanna be saved, don't save him That is not my nicka, don't claim him 'Bout 20 missed calls, he faded White boy wasted, Channing Tatum He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him He don't want the baby then, bith, don't keep him Ho, I don't get left, I’m a leaver Hoes love me like Justin Bieber Hoes say they wish a bith would and I'm a genie Bith so hot, gotta stay in trunks No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me Real hot box, but a bith don't smoke Hot guy but I’m still the coldest (hmm) I'm a big homie but I ain't the oldest (hmm) Bith dry hatin' tryna get noticed Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Jonas (look) Drinking at the mudder-fugging bar on my thought sit Everything I say goes straight to my pockets Pushy like crack, wanna hit it like dope My pen a freak it-a go after a bith or a nicker I don't need insurance 'cause a bith can't wreck me You can get your dang wig turn like that Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bith One thing I know, two things for certain None of these hoes sayin’ sit to my face And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank And I'm-a keep taking all the sit that I want And I doubt one of you hoes come tell me I can't I don’t be stressing 'bout none of these nickers When they be talking, I don’t even listen Tellin' me secrets, I'd probably forget it

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