(Mami, let me see your microphone, let me see your microphone)

Yeah, I'ma had to check off the phone

I seen her rushin' to check on the phone

Man, they back quick, calculatin' my loan

I kicked the other one 'cause I had her in my home

I muted that bitch, let me change the remote

And stay chill, 'cause this ain't no change in the bill

Can't let you hit this, but you gon' hit it like a flow

She tell you, tryna put my dick in her throat

And she can't even fit that thing in her tights

I was like, "Spider-Man, how I swung on that marvelous booty?"

It's part of this loot, I don't even need to say, "Nude"

And then bar-a-boo-boo-bee-doo, cock with the blue beat

You know that I cop a new car 'cause I'm broke

Yeah, I took off on this bitch, now I talk to new shooters

Ain't knockin' they food every time that you're new to me

I love it, I love it, I love it

That pussy was stanky, I told her to love it

I slapped that girl outta yo' hand, you won't know shit

I got her head hittin', man, it's fuckin' perfect

I ain't tired workin' all night, it's sunny

You got your friends with Rollie diamonds

I took your bitch 'cause I was funny

We on a trip 'cause I got money

Think she love me 'cause I got cash

Green-ass ****, you look like trash

Fiend- Fiend-ass ****, pump them braids

Check out these lights all the way

I'm makin' beef, I don't get paid

Boys, I don't shoot stars, boy, I don't shoot star-

Them boys, they don't shoot stars

They don't want us to stay, yeah

He wants to play, yeah, yeah

I'ma had to check off the phone

I seen her rushin', they check on his phone

Man, they back quick, I can't let him alone

Kicked her off 'cause I hate her on my own

Muted the bitch, now need to change the remote

And I said, "Suit up, this ain't no changin' the gold"

Put hoes in your city, you gon' drown in the boat

You broke as fuck, ****, what you tryna cut?

You dirty-ass ****, make me need some soap

You dirty, bitch ****, how you ain't gotta roll?

They settin' for that perky, I'm gon' live for every stone

Yeah, I'm gon' live for every stone

I don't turn down smoke for ****, uh

I can flip a whole damn country to come

And I can name food every song like you a noodle

Y'all love it, I love it, I love it

I think I messed up with the food and I'm palmin' this boola

She rappin', it different, six minutes, she oozy

She rappin', there a time in her world that I can't summer us

Y'all told that bitch to bend down and cross her arms, yeah, so I got me some racks, uh, how can I say?

Yes, we scrub the cars, they runnin' up out

We pop those thots, we runnin' right way

Why I got all these songs?

A **** ain't drop, a **** got paid

That's all I really wanna say, ayy, ayy, ayy