They gave a b**h two options: stripping or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "f**", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause b**hes love to a**ume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get in Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in them shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm dripping in j**els
A b**h play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
b**hes hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from making tuna sandwiches to making the news
Started speaking my mind and tripled my views
Real b**h, only thing fake is the b**bs
Get money, go hard, you're motherf**ing right
Never been no fraud in my motherf**ing life
Get money, go hard, damn f**ing right
Stunt on these b**hes out of motherf**ing spite
Ain't no running up on me, went from nothing to glory
I ain't telling ya to do it, I'm just telling my story
I don't hang with these b**hes 'cause these b**hes be corny
And I got enough bras, ya ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from way too lit, n***a
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
b**hes stab you in your back while they smiling in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to sh** on n***as
Climb to the top floor so I can spit on n***as
Said "I was just trying to chill and make bangers"
Tell all these old b**hes they ain't danger
The thing on my hip whip b**hes in to shape
That's what I call a f**ing waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what?
I think ya got your story screwed up
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don't want your punk-a** man, I'm too tough
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So if it's all love, show me love then
'Cause you hating on a b**h, that's what it sounds like
Beast mode, that's how I give it up, n***a
Hoodie low, that's how I'm pulling up
Just 'cause I been on the road, don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue, I hold the gun
And we all know you ain't that tight
I smack you and the b**h that you act like
I started getting money, b**hes upset
They remind me of my p**y, b**hes mad tight
Nails done, hair [?]
Come through shinning with them Rollies [?]
Headshot, headshot, tell 'em cold case
Ain't no b**hes feeling like this, [?]
I don't trust no n***a, I don't feel no b**h
Whole life been through some f**ed up sh**
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
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