1:] All you bitches is Nicki Minaj So get her a trash bag so she can up her ones She down I see her tracks I it rain she throw it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got racks on racks on Pool at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, iced out Order more then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes won't leave me alone Fake bag, ass and she beggin' for patron My credit good, my money need a loan And them heels you got on, sign
Basic I got a with me, she got a bitch with her And I ain't 'bout no basic bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie Fake [?], booty So she a basic At the club all weekend, she trying to get But all I got is dick for a basic bitch
2:] So knock it off your knock-off You give head to any nigga riding his top off You the type I'd off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, BBM or text you Lookin' for the next you, I wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You everytime I'm up in the club looking for hoes Everything look good off a couple of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a picture of you without all your clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar Your friends can't go, you go, you don't have a car But weave hanging down to your ass ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in video takin' off your clothes I thought I you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda is 2012 Range, now look how times You bitches'll never get a ring, LeBron Cause I got all the game, to move Daddy the King Gettin' money with my lil'