(Nita, what the fuck)

Bitch I get money I'm fried ash

I'm with my I'm with my bleh (yeah)

I'm with my slime like YSL

I lost some bread, oh well

Get it back in the morning

I get pape, yeah I'm really scoring

They be starting to get annoying

Why is real love so foreign

I don't wanna get boring

Bitch I'm out my head

I might, I might leave em (dead)

I go M.I.A

Fuck it

I wanna see yo face

Bucket

We throwing threes in ya face

Duck it

If I see her I'm outta the way

Eugh, yuh

If I see ya I'm cool off you

Yuh and I really been chillin' off the booze

You see my page yeah I'm running it

You see the pape getting money

I cannot fw you, you moving funny