(Okay, this bitch hard)

I love bad bitches, shit, they love me back

I don't care if it's paid for as long as your shit fat

I picture me behind you with your face just lookin' back

Got a switch on this big. 45, sound just like a MAC

Ah, I wanna see the faces you gon' make when I'm in that

Ah, I wanna choke you up

and grab your hair and rub your back

Ah, I'm bustin' off them pills

I promise she gon' make a mess

Ah, I'm the richest nigga that she ever fucked

now that's the facts

Yeah, please don't get attacked

Yeah, she seen me, she attached

I remember making 5K off a play, now that's my jacket

My old bitch so lame, she hate her soul

that bitch ain't happy

Talk loud and you might get vanished

Better ask them boys what happened

I ain't wake up to no M's

then you ain't signin', boy, do magic

'Cause they put my name on niggas

that don't even troll, they just be capping

Tryna pick what car I want, brand new Maybach or 911

Tryna pick which Glock I tote, got a 32 or 27

Tryna pick what bitch I want

my bitches bad, they all elevens

I get retarded with this drank

in that two liter, I dropped a seven

Ah, I heard you niggas having secret statements

y'all been telling

Ah, if I can't get no head

then I don't fuck, bitch, I can't settle

Yeah, all the labels offer me blank checks, they want me out

Yeah, I got bitches give you up my drawers

they all so selfish

My niggas know that I'm a clover

they is too, it's like we several

So all these diamonds on me now

I hand-picked, I know they special

Oh, he think he good, he walkin' 'round, just swinging—

He think he's good, he walkin' 'round

swingin' sour on his neck

I'm a rich—