Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, woo [What the f#ck?
b#tch booty so big, I don’t know where her waist start
I’m a superstar b#tch, f#ck a dayjob
Need my sh#t in all blue, f#ck a pay stub
Yeah, yeah, where my money at?
Yeah, yeah, b#tch
Yeah, yeah, where my money at?
Yeah, yeah, b#tch
Can’t relate to your insecurities, stop cryin’ to me
Nothin’ feel like when you stand around me, can’t buy it from me
Au naturel, hit ’em in the spot, finished once you smile
You can’t walk a mile in my motherf#ckin’ skin
I’m a f#ckin’ reptile, compound got no pool, so I’m pissed
If she don’t love me then she better off lyin’ to me
If I want the p#ss#, she cop a ticket and fly it to me
Yeah, yeah, where my money at?
Yeah, yeah, b#tch
Yeah, yeah, where my money at?
Yeah, yeah, b#tch
Lookin’ at me crazy, I’m the visionary
I don’t really f#ck with rats, I don’t go to
It can’t last if her sister ain’t f#ckin’ with me
I’ma flex on that b#tch ’til the cemetery
I don’t care what you say
I don’t really ever see no f#ckin’ competition
Yeah, they ask why I’m so loud, because I love the attention
I don’t really think none of these little boys, it’s depressing
Momma said be humble, they don’t hear you when you mumble
Always causin’ trouble, daddy taught me to say f#ck ’em
Even if I fumble, got a couple more to juggle
This that confidence, nothing you say could pop my bubble
I got God finally blessin’ me
I got hella cheese
At first they was blind, now they can finally see
Told my b#tch I’m a delicacy
Got respect for my idols, yeah
Deep down, I wanna bury ’em
This ain’t no pop band, this a biker gang
I been at it since Weezy dropped Fireman
Yeah, got respect for my idols, yeah
Deep down, I wanna bury ’em
This ain’t no pop band, this a biker gang
I been at it since Weezy dropped Fireman
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