You know what the f** it is...
It's that b**h, with the big titties from the Motor City
Yo,...
If you ain't got no haters you ain't poppin' n***a
[Chorus: Rico Richie]
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a
[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
I taught these hoes that Gucci, Louis, Prada sh**..
Now I'm the one these b**hes just ain't f**in' with
I danced for a year, made a quarter mill..
You been dancin' 5 years, you still can't pay yo bills
I played my ex-n***a like a game boy
And I ain't gotta' say the name of that lame boy
He talking sh**, but you know what's so sad
How I took his lil' money, why these n***as so mad huh?
Hoes hating on Kash, cause I'm poppin' talking sh** behind my back
But askin' when the album droppin'...nah
Listen b**h I don't get down like that
You hoes talkin' bout' fiction, but I'm bouta' state the facts
You a basic a** b**h, with some basic a** clothes, got a basic a** job
Makin' basic a** pros
You and ya bestfriend shop at basic a** stores
Basically y'all ain't nothing but some basic a** hoes
Just copped a new crib a couple thousand square feet, heated floors so I walk around this b**h bare feet
And you still f**ed up, It's f**ed up where you live
And you still with that ham a** n***a and bad kids
See I move like a boss, you just tryna' stay alive
I don't need a car cause I fly, more than I drive
The baddest b**h out, KD is no other
Cinderella a** b**h, I'm your fairy boss mother
Kash Dolllllllll
[Chorus: Rico Richie]