[Verse 1: Erica Banks]
This ain't just some TV shit
I'm her, I'm not no TV bitch
Body on tea, ho, let's be clear
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They always need me for shit
[Verse 2: Khaotic]
Ayy
You want me to buy you some ice?
Gotta have pum-pum like Spice
I'm that nigga, baby girl, get it right
Don't talk to Khaotic, he'll fuck up your life
I'm from the 305, and the family gettin' ghost
In the middle of the ocean, takin' shots on a boat
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T
I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T
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I'm Will Smith, you Chris Rock
Turks & Caicos, wherever flip-flops
Feelin' like "50 Years of Hip-Hop"
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If you ain't gettin' money, that's your problem
Three times a day, at the bank, makin' deposits
[Verse 3: Ralo]
Come and get mе with somethin' I want
I cannot be with evеryone
You complete me and everyone
Girl, you must not know I'm dumb
Tell me I’m the best they had, and won
[Verse 4: Rasheeda]
Baby, it ain't gonna be a joke
Y’all hoes don't want no smoke
Say what? "Put It On Da Floor"
Couple beads on a string
Got these hoes in a choke
Boss Bitch, few L's, more W's
Trendsetter, why the fuck would I follow you?
Bitch, you wanna do what I do
I Inspire these bitches, that's me, not you
[Verse 5: Lil' Zane]
Ayy, here we go
You so fine, I wanna see you whine, yeah, girl
No stress, no trouble, no drama, girl
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It's either him or me, I'm sippin' Champagne or Hennessy
Guaranteed, tonight, you gon' remember me
Take it to my condo, got the handcuffs in the convo
[Verse 6: Lil Scrappy]
Stir-fry wit' it, stir-fry wit' it
Put it in the pot, then stir-fry wit' it
Stir-fry wit' it, stir-fry wit' it
Whip it in the pot, then stir-fry wit' it
Zip it up, zip it up
Zip it up, zip it up
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Pretty lil' thing, yeah, I like that
[Verse 7: Bambi]
It's the Bam!
This ain’t Atlanta no more, this is Bamlanta
Fresh out a hot tub on a bitch neck (Bitch)
Only way I'm comin', if I'm leavin' with a check
"Baby Mama Number 2," but I'm a lit one (Damn)
They ain't even see me comin' like they missed somethin' (Yeah)
Man, you only got the man 'cause I left 'em
A baby mama with a broke baby daddy
Three kids later, bitch, look at my body
Big stepper, bitch should have known this
Take the leftovers, give it to the homeless
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Go ahead, squabble up like this
[Verse 8: Amy Luciani]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Amy Luciani
It gave rich, it gave spicy
It gave a wannabe, she ain't nothin' like me (Ooh)
Still mad, baby daddy wanna wife me (Aww)
It's for the cameras, she don't wanna fight me (Never)
Cross the bitch up, hit her with the bam-bam
I just want his money, I don't want ya' man, Bam
When you kiss him, tell me how my pussy taste (Mwah)
"Baby Mama 2," but I was first on his face
She happy with my leftovers
I don’t want your man, pick him up, move over
She happy with my leftovers
None of these bitches is real, I told you
Is she a rapper or actress? Both of 'em
Hoes' stealin' my flow, I could've wrote for 'em
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Shots fired, I ain't talkin' 'bout lip filler
I'm clockin' it, bitch, you ain't poppin' shit
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Put your "L's" in the air, all my girls
For the girls with nigga we don't want
For the girls that done dropped all the crumbs
I gave her the nigga, thought she won?
I don’t want your man, pick him up, move over
She happy with my leftovers
None of these bitches is real, I told you
[Verse 9: Shekinah Jo]
I'm Shekinah Jo
I'm that bitch on TV shows
Yes, she is on the TV screens
Came a long way from the EBT
Hah, I'm the moutherfuckin' G.O.A.T
In the streets, I'm the moutherfuckin' G.O.A.T
With the hair, I'm the moutherfuckin' G.O.A.T
When I drop this pussy, I'ma boast
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Everybody in the world know who we are
I don't flip-flop, I'm the best rapper on "Love & Hip-Hop"
[Verse 10: Sierra Gates]
Hoes ain't shoppin' like this
What? You mad you ain’t rich like this?
What? You mad you ain't lit like this?
Big AP, I got a hundred on my wrist
Bitch, you need to mind your business
Your business going outta business
