They make pennies and all I do is stack the paper
Nobody of her own
Just in case I run into some complications
You got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
You fall off guess you was born to make the coffee for us
You got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
Tell you broads to calm down, there ain't no competition
But I don't give a fuck
And underneath my Gibaud and my boxer shorts
Not roaming in the V12
'Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some
I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up
Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
You got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
You thinkin' if you and me get together
You'll never go broke
But I don't give a fuck, you
But fix your face bitch, I'm here to stay
And you frustrated when I get all the niggas attention
What other bitch do you know like this?
Gotta man but he keep lookin' at me
'Cause every time I come near all he do is stare
'Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
Gotta man but he keep lookin' at me
And ya really wanna stop me bad
And I'm ma make sure that my niggas keep on lookin'
And make me think my shit don't stink
My intimidation to niggas is challengin' to 'em
Interestin' to you, 'cause I got some dough
Gotta man but he keep lookin' at me
He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum
And ya really wanna stop me bad
To any of these hoes that come
He fiendin' to get in my Vicky's Secrets
'Cause you can't keep up with the shit I cook up
Stand next to me and look like bums
But I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck, you
With Brat talk niggas listen, go get a nine to five
Writin' bitches with a higher position
Evidently you ain't satisfied at home
I'm set for life, never in debt
You turned on because I bought it myself
'Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
But fix your face bitch, I'm here to stay
And I love it when y'all wanna get at me
That's tight as a hot curl, known to rock worlds
She ain't got no style of her own
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
I rock ice burg sports and Brat prints of all sorts
And I don't give a fuck, you
You 'spose to keep his ass in check
But fix your face bitch, I'm here to stay
And ya really wanna stop me bad
