That ain't the baby, that's my baby Yeah, that mother***in' sound like a mother***in' uh, alarm clock or some ***, you know It-it's alertin' you bitch-ass niggas that-that I'm the mother***in' best Yeah, the-the prettiest shot, let niggas lie Yeah, I'll let you That ain't the baby, that's my baby I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I be straight I ain't even got a chance to eat I seen you lookin' at my plate You know the bitches treat me great They *** and feed me grapes I'm on my way to get a bag I'm ***in' up, I'm runnin' late Can't let these niggas slow me down for waitin' on the label Had to drop a tape I used to trip, my bitches ***in' up But I be ***in' off, so I be straight You save your hoes, we need to make a movie Bout you, where your mother***in' cake? I take your hoe, we make a movie But we probably never goin' on a date I'm motivated by the money, money motivate me Always got my mind on it I went to jail because I tried to catch a flight And I forgot I had to hide on it I get this *** so cheap, you think I dropped a ticket Really threw an extra five on it And everything a nigga drop it goin' crazy Soundin' like I took my time on it Threw a bag on the table, we thought it was ten pounds But I really put nine on it And half of them bitches was fake weed When he open them up, he gon' hate me I don't gotta rape bitches, they rape me Beat a rap nigga up like I'm AP Throw that rock in the air like I'm Jay-Z Got a Glock on me, nine, I still do it You can name five niggas in the rap game They can come out with realer music Standin' on anything that I ever said all alone And I still approve You know I shot your homeboy, *** your main Bitch robbed your pot, now I did that And still get you stepped on The most slept on in the gang, don't forget that Bitch, I ain't trippin' off another nigga I be straight, ain't even got a chance to eat I seen you lookin' at my plate You know the bitches treat me great They *** and feed me grapes I'm on my way to get a bag I'm ***in' up, I'm runnin' late I just told my bitch that she gotta learn to be nice to my side Bitch, you gotta quit trippin' and callin' me private Cause all of my other lil' bitches don't like it You know I'm a dog, but you know that I'm trying to be like this For heaven, you used to like it That boom on my side, yeah, I call it my sidekick I whip out a shooter, just do it like Nike I pull out a swing, that bitch ridin' on the crowd like a ceiling fan Yeah, we took the pounds from the middleman I got plenty, I hate her, got plenty fans But her haters gon' hate, we don't give a damn Got my bitch makin' oodles of noodles I pulled up with that tool in a Uber I'm in the pool with a cougar They only cool on computers They tell me I look better in real life I don't care what a *** nigga feel like I just went out to lunch with your midnight Have her back to the crib before midnight I think I got more hoes than I realize I went nice, stopped my Rollie, that's realized All in front of her friends and her mama I still *** on her ass cause it feel nice And bitch, I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I be straight Ain't even got a chance to eat I seen you lookin' at my plate You know the bitches treat me great They *** and feed me grapes I'm on my way to get a bag I'm ***in' up, I'm runnin' late Bitch And I'm the mother***in' best rapper You know, the best rapper The mother***in' realest rockstarter The prettiest, top-lit nigga alive The best rapper I'm all in That ain't the baby, that's my baby