1:] All you bitches is Minaj sons So get her a trash bag so she can up her ones She bend I see her tracks I it rain she throw it back And all money keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got racks on on racks Pool side at the W, take a puff and It's that lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order more spades then hit 'em with that But these fakes hoes leave me alone bag, fake ass and she beggin' for patron My making good, my money need a loan And them heels you got on, pound
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a bitch her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no basic Beyonc, front on Who you trying to front on? And on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie [?], fake booty So she a basic At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is this dick for a basic
2:] So knock it off with your You head to any nigga riding with his top off You the type I'd knock off, I ever met you Block you on Twitter, never BBM or you Lookin' for the next you, I wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the looking for hoes Everything look off a couple bottles of rose Down low your swag, stuntin' off of your toes And paintin' a mental picture of you all your clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a Amber Rose? I ain't talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had Your can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that weave hanging down to ass Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every video takin' off your I thought I told you you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Accord is Range, now look how times change You never get a ring, LeBron James I got all the game, used to move Daddy the King Gettin' dirty money my lil'