1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She bend down I see her I it rain she throw it back And all this keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got racks on on racks side at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, iced out Order more spades then hit 'em with lifestyle But these hoes won't leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for My credit making good, my money a loan And heels you got on, pound sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no basic Beyonc, front on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You just a basic bitch, she got a fake Fake [?], booty So she a basic At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is this dick for a basic
2:] So knock it off with your You head to any nigga riding with his top off You the I'd knock off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, never BBM or you Lookin' for the next you, I wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the looking for hoes Everything look good off a bottles of rose Down low your swag, stuntin' off of your toes And paintin' a mental picture of you without all your Have you ever fucked a in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I ain't 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar Your friends can't go, you go, you don't have a car But weave hanging down to your ass Bitch ain't Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a ho fo sho' You up in every video takin' off clothes I thought I told you you wouldn't get far forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda Accord is 2012 Range, now look how times You bitches'll never get a ring, LeBron Cause I got all the game, used to move the King Gettin' dirty money my lil'