Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout Niggas ain't real when the shit really count That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free Jt (Ayy) Real bitches fuck with me (Ayy) I don't do shit for the free, man Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy) Put some respect on my team (Huh) I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy) Bitch, you better learn who run it 'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
I keep it realer than real Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy)
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter Hotter any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh
Yeah (Hmm) I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit (I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit) Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah These hoes know who to play with On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy) They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay) Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out Straight to the top, you cannot reach me Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me Got that big budget with no major deal Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal I am not signing for less than a mil If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel Dreams, fuck with Kel J-bone, what's the deal? In the section with the bands Bring them girls over here
I keep it realer than real Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)