Flow like a river
Hoping God's a forgiver
So I don't go to Hell for living life as a sinner
True breadwinner
Eat you for dinner
I didn't mean breakfast
I'm always on the guest list
I'm coming up
Nobody would have guessed this
Lethal raps coming from a chic that's chestless
If I was on the bus back then I'd get nexted
But now I'm so hot that I'm screaming I'm the bestest
I had to steal this beat that Mr. West did
Cause when I'm in the booth I get so reckless
Tell me where my check is
I get paper
Say you found your next chic
You're in danger
I don't get rejected
I get savored
Gone and put your hands up in the ayer
Get jiggy wit it
You look like Ms. Piggy get it
You fat and a f**ing midget
That's why you don't get no digits
I get the digits on command
Look at all this money in my muthaf**ing hand
This ain't no sad a** song
Just a sad a** beat
I live in Westville but you live on a sad a** street
You got your outfit looking like a tragedy
My outfit look like it came out a magazine
I don't be with broke b**hes that's raggedy
I only be with fly b**hes, fat a**, tight jeans
Don't pop my p**y for n***as that ain't earn it
Rap it up real tight, that n***a could be burnin
He was blazin, Asain, Jamaican and German
I'm amzazing at taking it, I don't be squirming
I just go to my hairdresser to put my perm in
And the price not high like the top of Mount Vernon
Yeah, welcome to my life
I'm cooler than a fan
I'm sharper than a knife