(Chorus)

Bitch, I got the swag, yet I still go unnoticed

I stay with the gang, I stay far away, from the fake love they givin’

You can’t keep up my level bitch, yeah my shit too polished

Got more green than all of my haters, everyday I’m 1-upping

Bitch turn off this shit no way you think you’re better than me

Still ain’t fucking Peach now it’s because she ain’t Hispanic

I feel like I’m Wario, I’m always chasing for the money

Need it more than ever, gotta keep up ‘til I’m lucky

My music so sick cuz my mind is ill

Shoot at your ass like a bullet bill

Let me fuck yeah I know she will

Pull up on you, aim your head, kill

You don’t like my music bitch that’s a skill issue

I get money, ain’t got no bill issues

Call me Ice Spice because I ain’t feeling you

She squirting so much the bed is drowning in juice

I got dragged in the mud but now I bounced back and I’m up again

They ain’t got no love, they just want to see me under them

Still would fuck Rosa, she ain’t Latin either but I don’t care

Got different names but still the same guy like Tiara and Belle

(Chorus)

Bitch, I got the swag, yet I still go unnoticed

I stay with the gang, I stay far away, from the fake love they givin’

You can’t keep up my level bitch, yeah my shit too polished

Got more green than all of my haters, everyday I’m 1-upping