1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She bend I see her tracks I make it she throw it back And all this money me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got racks on on racks Pool side at the W, a puff and relax It's that lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order more then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes won't leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for My credit good, my money need a loan And them you got on, pound sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't 'bout no basic bitch Beyonc, front on Who you trying to front on? And on? You just a basic bitch, she got a fake Fake [?], fake So she a bitch At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is this dick for a basic
2:] So it off with your knock-off You head to any nigga riding with his top off You the type I'd knock off, forget I met you you on Twitter, never BBM or text you Lookin' for the next you, I just to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause I'm up in the club looking for hoes Everything good off a couple bottles of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a mental picture of you without all clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the on a rose? Amber Rose? I ain't talking 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar Your friends go, you can't go, you don't have a car But weave hanging down to your ass ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in video takin' off your clothes I thought I you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Accord is 2012 Range, now how times change You bitches'll get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, used to Daddy the King dirty money with my lil'