Say like I'm a thick bitchLike a bitch with her own *I ain't never been a broke bitchI've been having motionFive stars with toastingI've been on some three or four *And I like my hairSlow, sloppy, shaky, leakyIt's getting loud, gotta take it easyGushy, soaking, freaky, dinkyGot that no call, I D meFirst he sent the call to pick me upGirl, why the nigga fool me private?Hopped off, then he took me shoppingNext thing you know, we was laying on an islandI froze my neck like winterI'm rich like I'm a JennerAnd if you see us outNo, he is not my niggaStand with a bitch, say do it for the kidsNo, he is not my niggaPose on the car when he knowin' it ain't hisNo, he is not my niggaWhen I'm rockin' that dick, he ain't sayin' that it's hisNo, he is not my niggaYeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitchNigga, I don't wanna hear this, you rich or notI never heard a rich nigga say that cost a lotAyy, bad as you the runner, you sent him outAyy, itchy in the feel as you sittin' outReal freak, you can eat it through the fentyThat's some good, good, that Bobby, that WhitneyI don't do Miami, let you do it like DiddyI don't do dates, that's inside of my cityAnd you knowin' I'm a act upRent that motherfuckin' sack upOnly thing I'm in is the Benz or the black truckStars or the bitches, it was Philly givin' lacklusterHe miss me, girl, you really was a back upOoh, know it hurt his pride when I *** himMake him drown in his tears, need a tissueMagazine, I'm a bad lil' issueOnly pickin' up on the first when the window's slowSloppy, shaky, leakyIt's gettin' loud, gotta take it easyGushy, soakin', freaky, dickyGot that, no call, I D-meStand with a bitch, say, do it for the kidsNo, he is not my niggaPosin' on the car when he knowin' it ain't hisNo, he is not my niggaWhen I'm ridin' that dick, he be sayin' that it's hisNo, he is not my niggaYeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitchNo, I'm not my niggaI don't need that nigga in my phone, that's cheapI don't even like to talk for freeI like a nigga that's gon' tell me what I needOn a flight overseas, that'll get a nigga * to sleepWe ain't fuckin' no niggas standin' with his backIn my car, I don't even like to talk for freeI'm only callin' your phone when his family sleepWe ain't fuckin' no niggas that be talkin' like bitchesWhen they mad, them kinda niggas weird to meI represent for the real bitchesWe ain't doin' no bill splittin'That * for them weak bitchesI make music for the P-bitchesAnd the street bitchesNot the ones that be sneak dissin'He is not one of mineDon't ask meThese niggas too pussy happyStop sendin' me DMs back to backBaby, cash at meMight be my new big daddyAnd I like my headSloan's floppy, disgustin'Wet pussy in his face, no cuffin'Ooh, he keep askin' what a wee-wee, nothin'I don't want no pussy, nothingI don't want no lil' boy, no JustinStand with a bitch, say, do it for the kidsNo, he is not my niggaPosin' on the car when he knowin' it ain't hisNo, he is not my niggaWhen I'm ridin' that dick, he be sayin' that it's hisNo, he is not my niggaYeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitchNah, I'm not my niggaWill, what that is?You gon' ask me, cutHey, broYou gon' ask me, cut