[Chorus]
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't)
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it for real (None of them, sorry)

[Verse 1]
Bitch you ain't popping 'til I say you is
It ain't shit stopping 'til I say it is
Get it all at once I don't care I spin
I don't know what the fuck a budget is
Hopped in the game I'm intercepting shit
Stepped outta line I'm wackin' bitches shit
If they ain't gang I can't trust it
You can't compete bitch just quit
The love they be showing so fake it's synthetics
Straight through them hoes yeah them hoes pathetic
He pee on the way and that motherfucker epic
Mac to her face no this ain't cosmetic
Chasin' the bag you could say I'm athletic
Can't hang with you lames, ya don't match my aesthetic
I'm slaughtering bitches it's in my genetics
I don't fuck with no sweet bitches I'm a diabetic
Not apologetic, I'm problematic
Under that wig, yeah your hair probably matted
To come for the kid you're gonna need different tactics
You ain't on shit bitch we two different fabrics
I'm fast, you slow, two different dynamics
Run that bitch over now she a mechanic
I've been out here winning I know they can't stand it
The kids are complex ya wouldn't understand it

[Chorus]
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't)
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it for real (None of them, Sorry)
I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it
I swear to god I be on it
If I flex in it I own it motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets on fat yeah they be swollen
Theses bitches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't)
Point out what bitch you own it (Can't) for real

[Verse 2]
Your ghostwriter don't want it and you don't want it neither
I'm in love with this money and I'm not a cheater
Married to the guap and 'm never gonna leave her
4 shows in one night I'm a overachiever
They all used to doubt me now they are believers
Hanging off the bleachers they screaming go Lyiah
They like what they say yeah they wish they could be here
But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her
'Til Killumantii gets a new Bugatti I'm murderin' niggas and Stacking up bodies
My wrists on hockey treat him like a hobby
My crew full of killers I roll with them jockers
Can't nobody stop me not one bitch can top me
I could be a door and ya still couldn't knock me
Flood on my wrist yeah that bitch is tsunami
Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he bought me
Rapping onna class I ain't stopping 'til she caught me
Flossing on TV now my haters get to watch me
Tell the jeweler watch please I don't care the cost B
Ya ain't really helping out the kid so don't ask me
Cash please, hunnits in a bag please all ya niggas aggy
Can't rap trashy, lick yo top lip cause that motherfucker ashy
I hate a slut bitch who be play like she classy

[Chorus]
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it (none of them) for real (i can't)
Ya bitches don't want it, for real
Point out what bitch you own it for real (none of them, sorry)
I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it
I swear to god I be on it
If I flex in it I own it motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets on fat yea they be swollen
Theses bitches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't)
Point out what bitch you own it (Can't) for real
Ah ah ah ah

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