Bitch, I got beef with being broke. I don't give a fuck about you, you, or you. I don't give a fuck who you're fucking. I wouldn't give a fuck. Like, I don't care. I'm trying to be rich, bitch

I like my privacy just the way I like money, quiet and close, puff up my chest when I ride the beat they ain't doing shit, I'm doing the most. Y'all want beef, I got beef with being broke when you popped, ain't nothin' funny. Lost it all, can't take nothin' from me Don't think I'm chasin' a bag, you really a dummy

I'm Hillary, Billin' em, I'm not feelin' em. When I was down, it was just me I'm blackin, waxin, I'm taxin, the fax in' Ain't nobody better than me Jet black hair part right down the middle Body on T, booty on jiggle

Shakin' these bands, watch it, how it wiggle Nuts draggin, I'm stompin' my feet Since a jit, they was hatin' on a young bitch Bad bitch, got it, gushy got the cream Cash rules, everything around me cream Only thing that gon make me scream That green, that's what I need I'm not poppin' out, pay that fee Ain't nothin' free, know how it be I'm the ticket, gotta pay for me

I like my privacy just the way I like money, quiet and close, puff up my chest when I ride the beat they ain't doing shit I'm doing the most Yall want beef I got beef with being broke when you popped, ain't nothin' funny

Lost it all, can't take nothin' from me Don't think I'm chasin' a bag, you really a dummy

Thom Browne, Loewe all on my body We don't check tags no more Couple chauffeurs holdin' bags and more Remember bein' broke, I put your hands on the floor She the stain, sleaze, movin' too slimy For the cash, she gon' up it in fashion From the trenches, like, I ain't never had shit She a gremlin, for the green, she go savage Pretty-ass bitch, but I'm really the devil I'm gettin' hot and boilin' just like the kettle I want it all, I could never ever settle Ain't nobody like me, these other bitches is metal Worried bout me and I ain't worried bout her I let you choose, it's whatever you prefer If I let you pick, then you better pick her When you put me last, then you gotta feel me first

I can't afford to sit and be humble I can't afford to whisper or mumble Gotta count it out and rake up the check Paid my dues, I think I'm next One of the baddest in my city They tell me I'm pretty

Five-star biti, I'm stamped, My shit been flowing, these bitches been clogged up, I think they need a tamp

I like my privacy just the way I like money, quiet and close, puff up my chest when I ride the beat they ain't doing shit I'm doing the most Yall want beef I got beef with being broke when you popped, ain't nothin' funny Lost it all, can't take nothin' from me Don't think I'm chasin' a bag, you really a dummy