[Verse]
Yeah, I'm fuckin' bad bitches, they ain't gettin' no money
Yeah, my favorite bitch look like Beyoncé, but she ain't gettin' no money
My second favorite bitch look like Rihanna (Still gettin' no money)
Yeah, I just took my dog out for a walk (And left the stove running)
I went to the park to play some ball and I don't even ball
I went to the mall to buy some clothes and I don't even ball
I'm still getting bitches, but let me tell you, it's not 'cause I'm tall
It's a family dinner, who the fuck invited Uncle Paul?
This stupid dummy head tried to lace my weed with green beans
And I don't talk to feds 'cause all of them wish that they could be me
Yeah, I just bought some lean and spilt it on my CC's
And I think that's why my Mama said I'll never get these nice things
Yeah, new drip and I don't even know how to pronounce it
Yeah, I'ma hit the club and then I'll beat up the bouncer
Yeah, I got a couple hundred hits inside a vault and you got mouse shit
Yeah, I got a couple hundred bitches on my balls and they surround it
Yeah, I only stepped out the stu' for like ten seconds
Came back in and smelt like Backwoods and 7/11
I ain't even get to take a sip out my cup yet
'Fore this fat, greedy muhfucker asked if I was done yet
Now look at me, how I'm jumpin' right back on the first beat
I bet you didn't even realize that this was the first beat
And, yeah, I only smoke the finest gas, you got the worst weed
And, yeah, my girl still look like Blac Chyna, but got the worst feet
Airplane's too busy, got a private jet
We can join a mile high club and have some private sex
Baby, I don't even take drugs, but I'm high as heck
And even if I tried, I don't think I could overspend
'Cause she was givin' me the sucky-sucky in a brand-new Benz
Yeah, I told that bitch that you could never trust me 'cause I fucked your friends
Yeah, I don't got no time for lovey-dovey, but I'm playing in
As long as she don't look through all my messages then it's a win
Drag yo' balls to her face and I know that might be kinda weird
I hit a wall gettin' chased by some cops 'cause I couldn't steer
I've just been at home eating good, that's why I'm gettin' fat
This ain't no beer belly, yeah, I'm gettin' full of making racks
And she dance off the molly all the way over to my place
Yeah, real spenders know you don't go shopping on a Friday
I got my bitch in the kitchen and she whippin' up a fried egg
And every time I wake up, yeah, it kinda feels like my day
I got a big room, big AMGs, and big Lambs
Fell asleep in first class and don't know where I'm gonna land
Got some legroom in this whip, I think that I could stand
And the only times my opps can see me? When that bitch right in the stands
I don't even really care how many beats I'm 'boutta get on
This is, like, the ninth beat I went on on this damn song
And maybe on the last one, I'll sing like Trey Songz
Before I do, I'm gonna take a hit out this damn bong
That's it
Fuckin' on a bad bitch and I don't think that I would faint
Yeah, the pussy good, but, baby, how do you contribute to my spinach?
Yeah, I'm never on the losing team and I don't think that you would get it
How the hell did you spend a band on jeans?
And you don't even got a belt to pick up those jeans
And I just got a lotta time to catch up on Z's
'Cause I don't think that anyone's catching up to me
And if you try to catch up to me, I'ma beat you up
While I do the macarena, I'ma fuckin' beat you up
And if I can't beat you up, I'ma have someone beat you up
I wonder how many times I'ma have to fuckin' beat you up
