What are you, what are you in the vibe or something?Y'all niggas *** but tryna *** me, keep your kid in, I'm like noYou get a bag and want a baby, we could go hellCould turn you up or turn you down, you get your optionsI could turn you to a baddie like MadonnaI work at Mickey D's when you can *** with a big time, ohYou can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas, ohRide it, ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it, ride itI hear the licks, get the *** with my guysI'ma pick the money over bitches all the timeMy stress and business money got me feeling fineBitch, bitch, I cut you off right now, you tell me you can't play the partBitch, I'm turned up bad, I don't need your ass, I could have any moreI got that *** on me right now, what the ***, I gotta be cappin' forI'm trippin', bitch, I piss that ***, you clappin', you only bootin'I got a bitch that line him up and all she wantin' was a fightTurnin' heads and breakin' necks when I be passin' in my rideShe been settin' that lit pussy, she done ran the BahamasTryna pin her, babe, I use the rubber, I can't believe that hoe had triedCould turn you up or turn you down, you get your optionsI could turn you to a baddie like MadonnaI work at Mickey D's when you can *** with a big time, ohI work at Mickey D's when you can *** with a big time, ohYeah, you can be my bitch, but you don't come before these commas, ohRide it, ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it, ride itI hit a lick, spit the *** with my assI'ma pick the money over bitches all the timeWatch stress the bitch, this money got me feeling fineI got a bitch that line him up and all she wantin' was a fight