1:] All you bitches is Minaj sons So get her a trash bag so she can up her ones She bend down I see her I it rain she throw it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got racks on racks on side at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, iced out Order more spades then hit 'em with lifestyle But these fakes hoes won't me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for My credit making good, my money need a And them heels you got on, pound
Basic I got a with me, she got a bitch with her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you trying to front on? And on? You a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie Fake [?], fake So she a basic At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is this dick for a basic
2:] So knock it off your knock-off You give head to any nigga riding 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 everytime I'm up in the club looking for Everything look off a couple bottles of rose low with your swag, stuntin' off of your toes And a mental picture of you without all your clothes Have you ever a millionaire in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by avatar, you never had caviar Your can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that weave hanging to your ass Bitch ain't Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every video takin' off clothes I thought I told you you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Accord is 2012 Range, now how times change You bitches'll never get a ring, LeBron Cause I got all the game, used to move the King dirty money with my lil'