[Intro]
(Okay, this bitch hard)

[Verse]
I love bad bitches, shit, they love me back
I don't care if it's paid for as long as your shit fat
I picture me behind you with your face just lookin' back
Got a switch on this big .45, sound just like a MAC
Ah, I wanna see the faces you gon' make when I'm in that
Ah, I wanna choke you up and grab your hair and rub your back
Ah, I'm bustin' off them pills, I promise she gon' make a mess
Ah, I'm the richest n***a that she ever fucked, now that's the facts
Yeah, please don't get attacked
Yeah, she seen me, she attached
I remember making 5K off a play, now that's my jacket
My old bitch so lamе, she hate her soul, that bitch ain't happy
Talk loud and you might gеt vanished
Better ask them boys what happened
I ain't wake up to no M's, then you ain't signin', boy, do magic
'Cause they put my name on n***as that don't even troll, they just be capping
Tryna pick what car I want, brand new Maybach or 911
Tryna pick which Glock I tote, got a 32 or 27
Tryna pick what bitch I want, my bitches bad, they all elevens
I get retarded with this drank, in that two liter, I dropped a seven
Ah, I heard you n***as having secret statements, y'all been telling
Ah, if I can't get no head, then I don't fuck, bitch, I can't settle
Yeah, all the labels offer me blank checks, they want me out
Yeah, I got bitches give you up my drawers, they all so selfish
My n***as know that I'm a clover, they is too, it's like we several
So all these diamonds on me now, I hand-picked, I know they special
Oh, he think he good, he walkin' 'round, just swinging—
He think he's good, he walkin' 'round, swingin' sour on his neck
I'm a rich—