Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich And I don't need shit but the dick Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin' I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen I'm really finna make another M Now, tell me how the fuck I'm in the wrong If I don't want the nigga and he still ain't fuckin' with the bitch?
Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl Don't call me "sis", 'cause I'm not your sister You really need to come and get your mister Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture Everybody look busted, injured Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor All in her mouth like I kissed her
Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough Wildin', on a boat on an island When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in I got a nigga, but I don't need one He fuck up, I'ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse Which one of y'all wanna go first? Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike Beefin'? You just mad we ain't speakin' And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleepin' Phoney, I don't need no new homies I'm the reason all of my opps ain't homeless (Ah)