1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She bend down I see her I it rain she throw it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got racks on on racks Pool side at the W, take a puff and It's that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar out Order more spades hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes hoes leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she for patron My credit making good, my money need a And them heels you got on, pound
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I talkin' 'bout no basic bitch Beyonc, front on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie Fake [?], fake So she a basic At the club all weekend, she trying to get But all I got is dick for a basic bitch
2:] So knock it off with knock-off You give to any nigga riding with his top off You the type I'd knock off, forget I met you you on Twitter, never BBM or text you Lookin' for the next you, I just to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the club for hoes Everything look good off a couple bottles of low with your swag, stuntin' off of your toes And paintin' a picture of you without all your clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had Your friends can't go, you can't go, you don't a car But that weave hanging down to ass ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every takin' off your clothes I thought I you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda is Range, now look how times change You bitches'll get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, used to move the King dirty money with my lil'