Four-four-four-four-five-six
Seven-eight-nine-10, bitches on my dick
Having all these hoes with my gang, that's wassup
Fucking on your bitch I don't really give a fuck
Pass that lil bitch to the gang cause I do
Fucking on your bitch, nigga. How about you?
Boy i'm with my gang and you know im rollin' deep
Fucking on yo hoe with the Yeezys on my feet
Count these racks up, you gone get slapped up
Told her "I don't want love get your bands up"
Telling me that she loves me I said "Thats tuff"
Smacking bitches coming at me with that funny uh
Got the bands on my feet, got the bands on my wrist, got the bands on my waist
Pull up with a suite case
All I want is the papers with the big blue face
Smoking nothing but cookies know the coppas gone chase
Walk into the Gucci Store
You see me I cop it
Fucking on your bitch and you really can't stop it
Playing your girl like its motha' Fuckin' Bop It
See your girl and you really can't stop it
Say you got shoes those some motha' fuckin' twinkle toes
Don't fuck that bitch cause I got like hella hoes
Don't fuck that bitch
Put it in her rib
Put it in her clit
Put it in her tit
Don't fuck with that cause she hella shit
Don't fuck that bitch cause she is hella ugly
Got more money than your mom and your daddy
Fuck that shit i'm winning a grammy
Smoking hella gas and I got so much money
Got your girls panties wet cause she know i'm up next
Counting all my checks
Yo girl trynna' text
No trynna' disrespect but your girl give me head aches
If you want smoke you gone get it
I'll pull on you in a second
Counting these blessing, these bitches be texting
I dont pay attention
These bitches are head aches