Ayy, money with the 3 E's motherfucker (Fuck)
'Bout to blow it all on a thick bitch (What?)
With the curves (Huh?)
Bottles out in Stockholm (What?)
On the Veuve
'Bout that paper, plain and simple, MIA
Quarter milly off a tape
Man she love to conversate
Only if it's 'bout the motherfucking
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Why you talking shit, on a iPhone 5?
Bitch you lame as fuck (uh), Saturday Night Live
Lit off that Soju
I need that bag like '02
I'm handsome, bitch, I told you (Shut the fuck up)
Flex, my bitch from Bangladesh
She catch me in them nets
She only fuck with money, food and sex
Shorty bad, move duffels in Milan
I'm paying for her tan
Couped up in that sedan
Ahhh, I'm coming for your
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Huh
Gone off a Addy, gone off a dip
I'm feeling nauseas, I must admit
She Donatella designing my fits
She babysitter, she swallow my kids
Roll like her booty, I'm living it large
Came for the cheese, we get the fromage
Pics of her coochie, ain't hitting enlarge
Fuck with her boy, I be catching a charge
Okay, уер
She more like your mum than your bitch
Ice, got that Elsa on my wrist
Fuck that, fucked up
Telfa bag for the clutch
Take that pussy out for lunch (Stat)