I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the *** Handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jackman, fake it in the book I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Maryland Bahamas in a sprint, baby it's a big mama thing Can't tell by the diamonds in my rent That's how many times I wanna cum, 21 And another one, and another one, and another one, 24 cabs, nigga That's when I'm ***in' with the average nigga Worth a ***, brothers be back, and oh Don't you like the way I roll, and play with my pussy? Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy Is it marriage? Baby carriage? ***, no, on a dime, *** is mine Got to keep em comin' all the time, why? Killers be quiet, my niggas pray the riots Tough talk, tough walk, *** is tiring You wanna be this queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killers be quiet, my niggas pray the riots Tough talk, tough walk, *** is tiring You wanna be this queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me How big and untrust you in the studio with me? Don't they know I'm tryna set you continuously? Pull a high-powered coup, make you jump ship Leave who you with, run with the Rockefeller crew Trick you for the cheese, tear your boomer Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on little Z's Twist your backwinds, get the dough from your platinum hits Rock little cam hats and ***, I get down and dirty for the dough I got love, the big know it, he must got the studio bug Probably, as we speak, he's on his way up the street With the mafia thugs and all types of heat But I ain't tryna beef, I'm just tryna eat And horizontally, the way I hold my iron is sweet And know my niggas, but I like the sound Little Kim and Jigga, sound like figures Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Killers be quiet, my niggas brand a riot Tough talk, tough walk, *** isrecorded You wanna be this queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killers be quiet, my niggas brand a riot Tough talk, tough walk, *** isrecorded You wanna be this queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys Big scooped a young bitch off her knees, threw me in high-priced jeez Face on TV, it was platinum CDs, *** I've never seen Saw a nigga walk, pussy three stubs, stacked the G's up Keeps the knees up, what the ***, stay feelin' Half a million, Geneva diva Yeah, I close it down, lay around, play on the clock, stops for no one Never 68, then 01, takes one to know one Bet they're off with the Playboy magazine Fuckin' with the don't, push the keys, GF3's the pitch Y'all ride a crate, state to state, pretend it takes Mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin' wine, I just keep gettin' mine And I'm married to this, y'all strategy, listen Still plannin' weddings, mafioso weddings, all the bull*** Any type of threatens to bull*** Killers be quiet, my niggas brain derides Tough talk, tough walk, *** it's tired You wanna be this, queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killers be quiet, my niggas brain derides Tough talk, tough walk, *** it's tired You wanna be this, queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killers be quiet, my niggas brain derides Tough talk, tough walk, *** it's tired You wanna be this, queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killers be quiet, my niggas brain derides Tough talk, tough walk, *** it's tired You wanna be this, queen bee, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me