Fresh out of the salon
And I just got my hair done
Niggas tryin' ta holla at me
But I told them move along
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kkin' with me
Now put your bans up
Go put a grand on it
That won't be enough
At least a hundred bans on it
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
And if you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
I'm a boss b***h
I stunt first class
I got insurance
On this boss ass
See I don't f**k with ho's
'Cause they side ways
I get this money by myself
99 ways
I hate broke niggas
They can't tell me shit
F**k that charger baby mama
And that lil' d**k
I like big bags
I like real money
The stacks stay stack
Big bread full of hundreds
Fresh out of the salon
And I just got my hair done
Niggas tryin' ta holla at me
But I told them move along
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
Now put your bans up
Go put a grand on it
That won't be enough
At least a hundred bans on it
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
And if you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
Pink bottle popper
Yellow big shopper
Pull up to the club valet
My f**kin' helicopter
It's not a mere
Hustler of the year
See the baddest b***h
Right here
Stacking papper like my name is bob dylan
Pop the cady in the living room delay
She not a stop
Somebody lying
This b***h is a ten
Yo' b***h is a 5
Fresh out of the salon
And I just got my hair done
Niggas tryin' ta holla at me
But I told them move along
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
Now put your bans up
Go put a grand on it
That won't be enough
At least a hundred bans on it
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
And if you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
I'm still a 50's b***h
In this rap shit
I don't f**k with y'all
Most of you ho's are counterfeit
Call em' glow lickers
They wanna lick my glow
I'm booked 7 nights a week
You caught the metaphor
I got a big safe
A captain crunch berries
My diamonds look like
You can eat them v v s
Cherries see I'm a fly b***h
I'm making new moves
And I dare a new b***h
To run up on this old school
What
Fresh out of the salon
And I just got my hair done
Niggas tryin' ta holla at me
But I told them move along
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
Now put your bans up
Go put a grand on it
That won't be enough
At least a hundred bans on it
'Cause my waist so skinny
And my wrist so chilly
And if you ain't putting up a milli'
Then you won't be f**kin' with me
