I Like

I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me He wanna fly me out, take me out the South I say, "Yes, daddy," and I ain't even his child Pussy super tight 'cause a bitch don't get around Couldn't make it to the crib, he say he wanna fuck me now Got it hot in here like Nelly, guess that's why they lookin' jealous They gon' say so much about me, but they can't say I ain't pretty I ain't gеttin' on no scale, but these hoеs know that I'm heavy Still pullin' bitches' card, I need the PIN to bitches' debits (Ooh) I ain't been broke in a minute (Ooh) Got it, so I spend it (Ooh) I can't even go out without bitches givin' interviews (Nah) And I ain't friendly, so they think I got an attitude If I ain't speakin', that just mean that I don't fuck with you I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me I ain't in the way, but these bitches tryna move like me, do like me They should just be fans 'cause they ain't cool like me I ain't tellin' time, but they watch I'm still bitches' main topic I don't know why bitches feel threatened Not my issue, my problem Check, check, check, check, check My name still MS I don't address shit Unless hoes come direct Bad bitches got that privilege Get free gifts, free money I ain't even gotta fuck nothin' Niggas gon' trick if they want it I am the girl of they dreams They gon' by nice things I want this, want that Neck, wrist, bling, bling, bling Hoes gon' reach, gon' reach They can't find no thing Wanna be just like me (But can't) Oh damn, poor thing I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me I don't diss or nothin', that's for them lame hoes I use niggas for money, that's what they made for I started to buy all them, now I can trade hoes I think all of my haters just wanna come taste the rainbow I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty Don't post me, don't tag me, don't at me I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me