1:] All you bitches is Nicki sons So get her a bag so she can pick up her ones She down I see her tracks I make it she throw it back And all this keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got on racks on racks side at the W, take a puff and relax It's millionaire lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order more spades then hit 'em with lifestyle But these fakes won't leave me alone bag, fake ass and she beggin' for patron My making good, my money need a loan And them heels you got on, pound
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' no basic bitch Beyonc, laced on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie [?], fake booty So she a basic At the club all weekend, she trying to get But all I got is this dick for a bitch
2:] So knock it off with your You give head to any riding with his top off You the I'd knock off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, never BBM or you for the next you, I just wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause I'm up in the club looking for hoes Everything look good off a couple bottles of Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a mental picture of you all your clothes Have you fucked a millionaire in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you had caviar Your friends can't go, you can't go, you have a car But that weave hanging down to ass Bitch ain't Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a ho fo sho' You up in every video takin' off your I thought I you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Accord is 2012 Range, now look how times You bitches'll never get a ring, James Cause I got all the game, used to move Daddy the Gettin' dirty with my lil'