Ayy, bitch check out this new decor
Yeah, Celine Dion with that new Dior
Bitch is so emo she lookin' like Eeyore
I don't have a choice I had to get that plum
I need that new new, I need them two shoes and that True Religion [?]
Fubu, Fuji bitches too loose
And I got that new thing on my hip, I call that nue nue
I call that nue nue, I don't understand why these n***as so fufu
Just got some new shoes, fucked on my new shoes
I'll in the dirt, fresh up out the mud, I'll be out the dirt, sippin' fuckin' sud
All these fuck n***as think they on, n***as ain't even buzz
All these n***as movements, they don't even budge
Ayy, I ain't sad cause I got bitches, I ain't sad cause I got bitches
I ain't sad I'm gettin' riches, check out my new wrist too
Rihanna on that bitch, ayy if I grind hard like this I'm going Rihanna digits
Make Rihanna digits, have Rihanna bitches
Fuck that shit my n***a, Rihanna gon' be my bitch
I ain't sad though, I ain't sad over it
I tell her face it, face it, face it
Blunt face it, that blunt you face it
That bitch gon' hate you anyway boy face it
Don't chase it, unless it liquid, and that shit gon' have you slumped over anyway
Face it, I gotta face it, if I told you boys the truth you gotta face it