Credits
Lyrics
(Yeah, hmm, yeah, mm-hmm)
I heard you was hating on me from the side line (Yeah)
Nice try
Can't see you **** 'cause anyway
Too busy standing on my pride, ah
Yeah, yeah, got a lot, lotta **** to say (Yeah)
So I'ma start off saying this (Yeah)
I could give a **** what a magazine say
Get off my ****, that's the tip (Mm-hmm)
I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don't leave your chick alone in the room with me
Tying rope or comatose or in a coma, homie
Little, little homie bigger than your biggest homie
Rich Homie Quan told me, "Just get richer, homie"
So I'ma keep making millions, independent homie
The money greener than the reefer Wiz Khalifa showed me
I'm up in London off the skunky with some (Real **** only)
You was hating on me from the side line
Nice try
Can't see you **** anyway
Too busy standing on my pride (Yeah)
Ah, yeah, yeah, got a lot, lotta **** to say
So I'ma start off saying this
I could give a **** what a magazine say
Get off my ****, that's the tip (Mm-hmm)
I don't mess with no broke **** (Yeah)
I don't know Hollywood **** (Ooh)
I don't mess with no gold diggers (Yeah)
Only cut if she dope, **** (Yeah)
I don't drive no Honda Civic
I only drive with foreign ****
I don't drive the speed limit neither
Always drive with my windows tinted
I don't save no petty change
Only spread with them big faces (Alright)
I don't wear no bright links
Cuban chains, Rolex face
I don't talk to no ratchet business (Whoo)
Maybach, too classic business (Yeah)
I don't turn up on your time (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Tina Turner, she smacking with it (Yeah, ha)
Chicks be changing like February (Check it out)
I don't dress like Tyler Perry (Nah, look it)
I don't wear no button up (No, ****)
Hit that even if she married (Yeah, ha)
Nooky all in my vocabulary (Ha, ha, she know)
She suck it wet like an aquarium (Woo, she wet)
I don't talk with no librarians (No)
Shy women, ain't talking parakeets
I don't mess with no broke chicks (No, she won't)
I don't know no petty **** (Yeah)
I don't listen to nobody's business (Yeah, she will)
Yeah, in love with my money figures
I heard you was hating on me from the side line (Yeah)
Nice try
Can't see you **** anyway
Too busy standing on my pride, ah
Yeah, yeah, got a lot, lotta **** to say (Yeah)
So I'ma start off saying this (Yeah)
I could give a **** what a magazine say
Get off my ****, that's the tip (Yeah)
I don't mess with no broke **** (Woo)
I don't know **** Hollywood **** (Yeah)
I don't mess with no gold diggers (Ah)
Only cut if she dope, ****
I don't mess with no broke **** (Yeah)
I don't **** no Hollywood **** (Yeah)
I don't mess with no gold diggers (Woo)
Only cut if she dope, ****
Written by: Jess Jackson, Michael Stevenson

