I just cleared a check, it's a good day to be meMy bitch such a bunch, her dog is hard to believeEvery time we *, I touch her stomach with easeAnd now I'm all up in her guts until she tell me to leaveWhen I smile, my diamonds scream in different tonesOnce she opened up, man, she can't leave it aloneI've been doing too much, need a different reformNow my main bitch met my side chick, but they getting aloneI guess that's the cost of being high in demandTry to keep it low, but they no higher than demandNiggas talk of *, but that could get less of damnThey on that hot * till they see you, then they cool, that's a fanYou got a bitch that's coolYou got a bitch that's coolHot damn, look at youEverything you say is trueAll that hate you know is fuelThey ain't hating Jesus tooThey ain't hating Jesus tooOn the road, we bout to go upFetty on me, get my dough upPull up on her with the dozerI want my booty, I dose herGive me some air, then I doze offGot a bougie bitch with me in her noserDon't carry them bitch, but I know someBoy, I'm so cold, put the coat on the floorLike the killer, I feel sick, boy, that's murder I wrote, for realFour fuckers feel, I'ma go, boomR.I.P.Not that my lowRollin'Bitch, we got motionDiamonds on oceanOn water like MosesThey hate it on JesusWe got sticks for the sweepin'Oh, you got that, that's coolBitch, I got it tooYeahYeahBitch, I got it tooYou got a bitch that's coolHot damn, look at youEverything you say is trueAll that hate you know is fuelThey all hate it, Jesus, tooThey all hate it, Jesus, tooSay, my nigga, who are you?Who are you?Why you talkin'?Pay your duesPay your duesI step out, I break the newsI break the bounceDon't have a moveYou probably takin' uber-boomsAnd you still hatin' about the foolsI, I, I been poppin' since the gen-doNo pretend-o, now my mama need a benzoI was havin' way before I had my demosI told them I could do it, I told them I could do itI can't play no games, it's no NintendoN-eat my money like a Shindo'sThe flaws so close, how are you mental?Just be my mentorMight just cut the instrumentalCut it, cut itDon't blink, I might jump out the windowYou got a bitch that's coolHot damn, look at youEverything you say is trueAll that hate you know is fuelThey all hate it, Jesus, tooThey'll hate it, you too