[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
That new Rihanna sh**
That new Rihanna sh**
Look
[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh** bump
b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why?
I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why?
[Verse 1]
I guess they know that I’ll cut a b**h
Boy, I’m already paid, getting money for the f** of it
I’m on some other sh**
So if you fly, what am I? Do that make me the mother-sh**
Beat me up ho, they wanna see a n***a down
Take his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho!
Now hit the ground, bow down to the sound
Good God
[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh** bump
b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why?
I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why?
[Verse 2]
I guess they know that I’ll cut a ho
Yeah I cleaned up good but I’m still out to get her though
Don’t forget this sh**
You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you with the sh**
I’ve seen where the players sit
A couple racks gone just to see ‘Bron hit the layup, sh**
I be on some n***a sh**
But b**h, I’m way past n***a-rich
Good God
[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh** bump
b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why?
I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why?
[Hook]
I guess they know
Heard she hating though, feel no ways
I ain’t f** with that b**h, no way
Said that sh** to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
b**hes stuntin’ on me, no way
They ain’t f**ing with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way
I don’t check the receipt, no way
[Verse 3]
Cole World, used to stay off his dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples
A n***a getting cream like an old-a** Laker
But I ain’t come to talk about all that paper
That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got sh** to say
Can’t understand why n***as never got sh** to do
You know they sayin’ same sh**, n***a, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a n***a doing different sh**
Spit different flows, hit different chicks
Let my bricks and hoes see me fishing chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I’m the sh** that’s it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never sent you to the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris
If I f** six b**hes I got six a**ists
[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh** bump
b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why?
I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why?
[Hook]
I guess they know
Heard she hating though, feel no ways
I ain’t f** with that b**h, no way
Said that sh** to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
b**hes stuntin’ on me, no way
They ain’t f**ing with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way
I don’t check the receipt, no way
That new Rihanna sh** bump
That new Rihanna sh** bump