Bitch, I've been on the come up Yeah, every day I'm getting glam, yeah, I stay done up

Yeah, if you trying to squab, then let me put my bun up

You know I'm with my squad and they about to run up

Like the sun up Why you faking like you live it?

Take a minute, handle business You ain't gotta pop that pussy for a man

You don't deserve it, fix your face, it's time to pivot

No more gimmicks, there's a limit I have visions, they all bid it

Now they see me acting livid That's so random

Why you frontin' like you own that Porsche?

Gucci sandals, Gucci belt, but can't pay child support

You spend that money buying bags for them escorts

Them baby mama getting nothing but a Jansport

Think we all just need to switch up, chasing clout

To get they drip up, always doubt, cause they some flip flops

I stay down cause I love hip hop more than these clowns at the tip top

Scary bitches, they some hitch cops, come and fold the crown

I show that deafness in the back like this, so

I stay talking shit cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray cause you a fucking trick

Trick called that sugar daddy

He getting mad about to snatch you out that caddy

I'm getting bags, I get that money with no daddy

Stay on my back watching me closely like a nanny

Eat up who not need

Why you talking like you got it?

It's the flossin' like you bought it

Think you saucin' but you not it

Think you awesome cause you comment only on it

If they profit, money tall, it's not a hobbit

So they chasing nabies, talking so much fakeness, I'm astonished

Fake ass rollie, cloudy diamonds that don't ever shine

You a goalie, you be saving these hoes left and right

Guacamole, what you call it when you get this green?

You ain't about that life, your money more like rice and beans

In my pockets like an alder, make me vomit

Shit is toxic, they ain't even on my level

I'm a comet, supersonic, I'm a rebel

I'm defiant, they just settled, they compliant

They be scrounging, trying to find it

I be lounging at the highest

I stay talking shit cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray cause you a fucking trick

I stay talking shit cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray cause you a fucking trick

Sweetie pie, I'm at that age where I could fuck you or fuck your daddy

You know why I moved to Bel Air?

So I could get a daddy, daddy, daddy

I'll fuck your mom too

Hey yo baby, grab me those keys to your dad's Maybach

I wanna go for a ride

Bitch, I told you to bring the black car too