[Chorus: CZECH]
Back in 2014 they tried to diss me
Now I walk up in that bitch, they try to kiss me
Ain't a vixen, I be missin no conditions
Where they at when I was broke no pot to piss in?
Had the condo with the gang and got evicted
Serving fiends from the kitchen we was whippin’
Dropped a tape last year nobody listen
Now I walk up in that bitch and take you bitches
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
Now I walk up in that bitch and take you bitches
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
[Verse: KHAKI]
Run it, run it, run it, never blow it
I ain't never missеd and they know it
Posted with the bottlеs now we pour it up
Dark room but they know its us
Yea, cutting off the roof I’m about to vroom
Got a bad, bad, bad bitch in the coupe
Ice on my neck like my neck swollen… And my wrist frozen
Thumbing through the cash but I don’t need it
She almost steppin’ on my shoes, so I’m leanin’
Double G’s on my body, don’t crease it
Before you take it up a notch girl tease it
If you seen the way I move youd probably leave me
Coz all the ice around my body make you sea sick
Ex girls wanna link but I ain't feel it
Girls I wanted getting crazy, now they creepin’
All these rappers round me really hatin’
But when I drop the same people gone play me
She seen my car, and think I’m racing
Girl I ain't like these other rappers I ain't basic
[Chorus: CZECH]
Back in 2014 they tried to diss me
Now I walk up in that bitch, they try to kiss me
Ain't a vixen, I be missin no conditions
Where they at when I was broke no pot to piss in?
Had the condo with the gang and got evicted
Serving fiends from the kitchen we was whippin’
Dropped a tape last year nobody listen
Now I walk up in that bitch and take you bitches
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
Now I walk up in that bitch and take you bitches
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
[Verse: KHAKI]
I ain't never have the gualla for a vixen
Spending all my cash on the mission
We started like a key in the ignition
Burning rubber, burning bands like whippin in the kitchen
I flood the ink out of my pen now we count the digits
We used to make em friends, now we burning bridges
Rappers ain't the same, I can spot the difference
These rappers lame, taking aim, we be getting vicious
I put that ice on my neck, high price the pateck
While you eating that rice on the deck
My team on watch for the net
Cold world, if I step out know they writing up a check
Got em hating on my sound, but I’m paid now
Hold up more than just my town, bitch lay down
High fashion, bitches coming my way now
You ain't got my passion for the fame and the way out
Swear they wouldn’t look twice, now they givin me a service
Got em all hooked, no price, but they work it
See you all shook, no spice, bitch you nervous
Read you like a book, sound alikes, no purpose
Been on that grind no time for the lames on the side lines
Pushin’ through the pain and the hard times
Now I’m rocking gold chains and it’s our time
Put my team on for the name and we all climb
Off white, check the tags ain't nothing common
Bitch I’m countin’ cash, what’s your problem
Put you in ‘em rags at the bottom
I got bags bitch my girl looks like a model
[Chorus: CZECH]
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
Now I walk up in that bitch and take you bitches
I ain't never had a dollar for a vixen
