Alicia Keys

Huh, damn, damn, damn

Gettin' pape' my favorite hobby

A cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can't wait for him to try me (Damn, damn, damn)

I can't let them boys pass by me, miss the Bacc' up with Versace

Had to make the ho get off of me, I don't like the way she ridin' it, goddamn (Goddamn)

Huh, everybody wanna be killers

Until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas

If she wasn't a ten, I did not hit her, if I spin, I bet I hit him

He tried to come through in some Purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim

Beat on my chest, man, I go apeshit, all the opps gon' hate this

If you ain't made three hundred thousand, get up out my face, bitch

On the phone with bro, said he gon' walk 'em down, that's yesterday, bitch

Told me check my bank, I seen a hundred K, that was today, bitch

(Damn, damn, damn)

You better pray to God

Keep tryna act fake throwed inside them Trillers, you better blow that rod, bitch

I'm back up on his ass, better not come outside, I feel bad for the other side

The way I suited my ARP up, you would think I had a mod, and that's on God

Me and Lil Rae finna pull the big-body Benz out the garage

I got this opp ho treatin' me right in the penthouse, gave me a massage (On God)

These **** thought it was over, hell nah, I'm finna take shit up a notch

Know I hate a junkie-ass ho that just wanna fuck, then smoke up all your 'za

ARP, FN, and DB like I don't know my alphabet

An opp seen me and I ain't do shit, still went in cardiac arrest

These **** wearin' these fake-ass watches, they need to be Cartier arrested

I make sure everybody else straight 'fore I go put a fifty inside of my necklace, huh

Sayin' DG ain't steppin' on shit in the street like sayin' your mama ain't have you

As soon as I fuck this bitch, ain't no more talkin' 'cause this shit here been past due

Everybody had they time, why the fuck you hatin' 'cause I got me some money and passed you?

If I had the wave and I fell off, on God, man, I'd probably be mad too

We got them switches and we put belt to ass just like your motherfuckin' dad do

I ain't gotta pop out drip every day for these hoes, I can just wear somethin' casual

If she wanna leave 'cause she say that I'm doin' her wrong, baby girl, I ain't even mad at you

Whenever I get in the booth and I'm rappin' that hot shit, just know everything factual (Damn, damn, damn)

Gettin' pape' my favorite hobby

A cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can't wait for him to try me (Damn, damn, damn)

I can't let them boys pass by me, miss the Bacc' up with Versace

Had to make the ho get off of me, I don't like the way she ridin' it, goddamn (Goddamn)

Huh, everybody wanna be killers

Until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas

If she wasn't a ten, I did not hit her, if I spin, I bet I hit him

He tried to come through in some Purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim