Yeah Yeah, niggas pick you up and they go bar hoppin Niggas take me out on dates and we go car shoppin' Cartier wristwear, all the mall watches Yeah, baddest bitch around, I ain't just start poppin' Better check my résumé, if I want it I got it Yeah, rose in the jungle, a part of the projects Now it's money conversations, they loaded with commas I just wake up on an island somewhere in Bahamas Got Chanel on my feet, I drip when I wanna Got my A-game on, I see through the drama Yeah, niggas they be blind, they see what they wanna Bout my business and my bread, I get it from mama
Thеy don't know about the grind, I don't sleep nights Early mornin' flights Get the bag, gotta еat right Nigga get it poppin' he don't drop it, then it's peace signs Money ain't the topic, ain't no talkin', hit a click, bye Goin' with them cheap lies Wake up to Chanel, and "what's your shoe size?" And these diamonds on me clearer then the blue sky Push a button, let it start, then the roof rise Keep grindin', you gon' make it there in due time
Uh, yeah, been poppin' Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it Bitches ain't want no smoke, come see about it Flights that I hop on, private, I see the pilot Yeah I'm dripped in designer, no stylists And if a nigga ain't rich, then he childish Put this pussy all up right there where his mouth is (meow!) Got a condo bout' as big as your house is Uh, yeah, been poppin' Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it Bitches ain't want no smoke, come see about it
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