Hey, Lickety NealUh-uh, uh-uhHaUhYeahHeard a bitch call me brokeHow that make sense?I was down, took a time out, now I can't missAin't a hoe, that ain't on my dick or that I can't hitHit it once, got the head and dipped, and now I ain't *Look at me, girl, hold a 40 cal right up on my nutsThen hit all these hoes, why you think I'm arrogant as *?I done done it all, still feel like I ain't did enoughI been doing this *, I dare a nigga call my bluffNo, I ain't the richest, hell no, I ain't the brokestWhen I walk inside the room, I bet I leave these bitches chokingThey was looking over me, I had to flex to make them noticeAin't some motherfuckin' heavy, got it fuckin' on my shoulderAll the hoes lookin' at me, they like, damn, you got odorStumpin' on the gas, got it fuckin' on my motorI ain't talkin' to no bouncer, nigga, go and get the ownerHit my phone in the morning if you want a place of orderWhat I threw at AOS, I should've paid my granny mortgageI crashed a Charger, bought another one, ain't never been no shortageI been chillin' with my man, all these hoes gettin' boringThey like Lil' Blade, he nothingNah, bitch, I'm squirtin'NiggasAll these bitches call me broke, how that make sense?I was down, took a time out, now I can't missAin't a hoe that ain't on my dick or that I can't hitHit it once, got the hand dipped, and now I ain't *Call me Mr. Getty and get it offTryna follow me to the crib, then you gettin' lostI can show you how to pimp a bitch or how to be a bossI'ma drop another chain, let a nigga kiss me firstYoungin' in the city, threw the rose in the busNothin' like these niggas, just look at the hoes, I can *Pulled up to my court, datin', had a boy in the trunkDid donuts on they block to let them know it was usYour man, Lil' BladeDid it again, stackin' up BenjaminsJust got off the phone and leanin', might buy him another BenzI might get a Lack truck, put it in a hoe nameCall me Blair, I sell bows, bust those with pro namesMet her with Jose, gon' have me a long dayNah, it ain't my birthday, I went home with Long KAnd I run the mirror, seven mile to Long LakeBitch, see me with some grain, left her with the frog faceBlack Timbs all week, I play the Prada's on the weekendJumped off the porch, went straight for the D-PenWalk inside the club, bitches pointin' like you see em'A nigga ain't her muggin', probably mad how he is bein'Another bitch call me Lil' BladeCall me broke, how that make sense?I was down, took a time out, now I can't missI ain't a hoe, that ain't on my dick or that I can't hitHit it once, got the hand dipped and I ain't *Call me Mr. Get It In, get it offTry to follow me to the crib, then you gettin' lostI can show you how to pimp a bitch or how to be a bossI'ma drop another chain, let a nigga piss me offOr elope again to Long Lakeyou