1:] All you bitches is Minaj sons So get her a bag so she can pick up her ones She down I see her tracks I make it rain she throw it And all this money me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got on racks on racks Pool at the W, take a puff and relax that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these hoes won't leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she for patron My credit making good, my money a loan And them 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, laced on Who you trying to front on? And on? You just a basic bitch, she got a 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 basic
2:] So it off with your knock-off You give 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 look good off a couple bottles of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a mental picture of you without all clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the on a rose? With Amber Rose? I ain't 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you had caviar Your can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that weave 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 your I I told you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda is Range, now look how times change You bitches'll get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, used to move the King Gettin' dirty money my lil'