Better act right, cause I smack dice Give a blow and a bit of that bagpipe Bitch wanna live that rap life But I already hit that last night Think you ***in' with me, huh? Must be hittin' that crack pipe I've been makin' my money Thank God I learned how to act right I hate my cash like that cocaine Give me more, say give me more Don't worry about it, ain't no thing Big titty hoes in my videos Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell Smack her ass and then wish her well Life sucks, better give him hell Get money for girls, free Biccadell Got a million in my briefcase Gotta shop for some real estate About to party with drugs, so Turn it up, bitch, feel the bass Throwin' money in your face I'm feelin' good, livin' great Bad bitches in different states It's like I think I'm fixin' shades With porn stars, sports cars And my crib got a courtyard How we get all this money, though? You know how big his tours are Greedy bitch, you a needy bitch Want some money, but need some dick And my belt monogrammed When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram, though When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram, though When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram My hologram We in my black Vans, widows up Gettin' paid, smokin' blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to sluts Crips like a mamba My bitch get my car washed We on stuff, I did that, her jaw dropped Cause all we do is ***, f-f-***, *** All she wanna do is ***, f-f-***, *** All she, all she wanna do is ***, f-f-***, *** All she wanna do is ***, f-f-***, *** *** Don't I look like a drug dealer? Don't I look like I'm somebody? Killin' beats with that murder ink Don't I look like I'm Earth, got it? Ridin' through in my hippie van You broke, bitch, I don't give a damn You softer than the Michelin man Yo, bitch, put a pussy on Instagram Better go hard with my postcards They brand new, but they old cars Yo' pop, bitch, it's on low carb She do a show, she a postcard In the penthouse, with her pants down Got the camera out, no hands now Them hard drugs, we done ran out Can't believe that somebody grandchild She so bad, but I like it Wanna hear your pussy, I'll mic it My credit card bill is righteous, but Girl, the ass is so priceless Spend the night with the right bitch My dick ill, my pipe sick Small pussy, tight fit She love to sniff that white *** *** a freak, no charge I play the pussy like Mozart Eat the pussy, I won't starve Love the pussy my whole heart Bitch name Layla, my Clapton hoe Give me head with the Benz and Capn' Mo And my belt monogram When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram, though When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram, though When I die, bitch, you *** my hologram Me in my black Vans, windows up Gettin' paid, smokin' blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to sluts Crips like a mama My bitch gets my car washed Beyoncé, I did that, her jaw dropped Cause all we do is ***, f-f-f-***, *** All she wanna do is ***, f-f-f-***, *** All she, all she wanna do is ***, f-f-f-***, *** All she wanna do is ***, f-f-f-***, *** *** ***, F-F-***, ***, F-F-F-***, ***, F-F-F-***, ***, F-F-F