Bitch you just mad, but I'm making mad money

Lil twin in that Jag, he do bout' 200

She can't take dick, she in the ba, and this lil bitch runnin

Uh, KRS my fit and bitch

She want Rick, I say, hell nah, she pitch a fit

Been in that field, and I got on pitcher's fit

And hell nah, you not gang, so why you think your picture fit?

Speaking pictures

Twin throw a four up in that shit, he throw a four up in the one, that's Mr. Diggs

She got a man, okay, but I know who she dig

She said"boy you cannot fuck, you gon' fuck up my wig"

What the shit, this other bitch want my energy

I had to cut that shit

Told that bitch that if she cheat, I'll cut her clit

I don't even want this bitch, I don't even want this bitch

She want me for money, no, this bitch not slick

And bitch, my shoes say 700, so how the fuck can I trip?(How can I trip)

How can I trip

F80 make bout' 700, take off my pants rip

And these **** fake as fuck, can keep that damn shit

Cut them off before the fame, and they still say I'm fake

Huh, they just don't know I know

Bitch, I know you hoe

Bitch, I know you bitch

Yeah, I used to be in bmx, but no hoe I don't trick

I love this life I'm living, I know I'm blessed

I gotta cut the snakes, cause I know this a test

I know the universe wanna see me do my best

I know they gon' take care of the rest

Huh, Huh, Huh