Bitch, yeah, yeah
Yeah, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Yeah

All of you niggas is broke, all of my niggas is rich
All of you niggas is hoes, all of my niggas is sick
Catch-catch a fuck-nigga, for sure, fuck on a fuck-nigga bitch
Yeah, she on my dick on the low, catch her in traffic again
Yeah, run off on niggas, get low, we ridin' around in a Benz
Yeah, Dior on my legs, bad bitch, she gon' give me sex
Yeah, fuck on that bitch in the car, no, she cannot get in my bed (get in my bed)
No, no, she can't get in my crib
She gon' lose her mind when she see how we live
Young ass nigga in the back of the whip
I'm in this bitch pistol packin' again
I'm in this bitch, I'm with Backend again
Again and again and again and again
Remember my life changed, I was only ten
My nigga old and this bitch popped a ten
More money comin' in so I'm stackin it, man
Cartiers on, see my life through the lens
Cartiers on, see my life through the lens, uh
Yeah, yeah, through the lens