Came through with a bad bitch and tight britches Made the whole book on flight, I'm tight vicious Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters On my plate so much bread, I think I got white privilege Access to five-star rooms and white bitches I dreamed it like Bing Cosby dreamed a white Christmas After shows ***in' on the slutty snow bunnies I done came to the conclusion that I only And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few She had dreams of ***in' Cole and even her father would've proved Yes, honey, you can *** her Look what a dollar bill'll do Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smilin' too Yeah, I know you hatin', nigga, but I'm still smilin' too Will that be all, sir? That'll do Get money at a two You wasn't supposed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule Netflix when you come through, they ask You niggas still watchin' on the TV prop? She give me dome, I catch some Cs, I call her ZZ Top I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped I can't believe he think he hot in his CD flop Hey, I done seen too many white folks in that Sheiky stop Cold bitch, the flow switch like every fall I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore Henny pour on any floor Pain seepin' out my memory's pores Lord, forgive me for the times I didn't follow It was reflected in my music, all my *** was hollow But now I spit where hollow, tips and follow with the pyro I politic, you ride the disc, then call out sick tomorrow I'm ill, *** how you feel Don't need no goofy ass Richard Mille For your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell Nigga, you know what I mean? And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen I appreciate you for coming out tonight Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you'll check us next time Same time, same locations We knowin' to *** *** up every time we step on this mother***in' stage That's right And this is just a mixtape You asked for it Eve, what up?