1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can up her ones She bend down I see her I it rain she throw it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got on racks on racks side at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, iced out Order more spades hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes hoes leave me alone Fake bag, ass and she beggin' for patron My credit good, my money need a loan And them heels you got on, sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' no basic bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you trying to on? And stunt on? You a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie Fake [?], booty So she a basic At the all weekend, she trying to get rich But all I got is this dick for a bitch
2:] So knock it off your knock-off You give head to any nigga riding his top off You the type I'd knock off, forget I met you Block you on Twitter, never BBM or you Lookin' for the you, I just 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 couple of rose Down low with your swag, off of your toes And paintin' a mental picture of you without all clothes Have you ever a millionaire in the back on a rose? Amber Rose? I ain't talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you had caviar friends can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that hanging down to your ass ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every video takin' off your I thought I told you that you get far Melissa forgets, [?] mad at how Honda Accord is 2012 Range, now look how times You never get a ring, LeBron James I got all the game, used to move Daddy the King Gettin' dirty money my lil'