Hey.

Mola.

All right, I got it.

I be talkin' to these lil' niggas like a prophet I'm the hottest bitch around, can't stop it, I'm the topic Niggas try to steal my song, but I got Lulu poppin' You can do it too, but nigga, not like me Talkin' crazy to Big Moo, I have a nigga knee deep You know I be statin' facts, these bitches be all cats I been chillin' for a minute, but now, bitch, I'm back Sweatin' shit, don't stop, my money to bust a watch And I wish a bitch would, I see it and you go by I been chasin' on that blue like Chris Sean Rock I done seen more bein' than the nigga that made a clock

Applying pressure, no, these hoes can't take it You see Gucci, Louis, Prada, but to me that shit is best I was thinking Cartier, I'd rather Richard Millie playing I'd have made too much money to ever let this shit change, Moolah Don't fuck me soft, I need that pussy beat up

Low-key bitch in the bed, I'm comin' slut I ain't worried bout that nigga, only tryna get my nut Need a nigga, won't switch, go y'all, that's about to bust him, boo Need a nigga from down south, like my nigga with a accent Tongue-tied, bottom out, like my nigga steady workin' Take the trap to pound town, I ain't even tryna kick it He ain't knockin' balls down