I'm just one bitch with three baths, I could * all dayI got small tits, two nips, you could suck bright dayI piss fifties and leave the seat upDolce bottom feeder to Dolce to Don DivaWalking over niggas and bitches then kick my feet upCause I'm a, I'm a divaNigga, check my bracket and tell me I ain't a keeperThis outfit'll cause a fever, this ass'll make them believe usMy jacket, chinchilla, cheetah, I'm wedded, they're her KatrinaWet like Trina, ass on Frida, queen of ShebaShella diva, face like Rita, shoes on bleederCall her Miss Johnson, real John Cena, anything to squeeze her, pleaserShe a real diva, she don't like me, me neitherShawty wanna treat her, eat her, frosted beetlesShawty want a red two-seater, that ain't no rollie, that's a cafe-oAin't her support, just step a patioYou must've missed a drink, you must've missed a drinkAnd slip inside the pussy, tight as a Spaghetti-oBitch, I'm in love with this scenarioI need some drugs for this scenarioI need a check, a cash, a leather bag, I'ma need blood for this scenarioLil' white bitch on D-pop, shella teapotTwo left feet, them Reeboks, Shawty did freelance, now she a freakThought she'd have never loved a bitch, all over my seatMine's not a bitch, skip hip, poppin' in my ReeboksTalkin' bout a detox, pussy like a beatboxAll grown up, bitch, lookin' like CelineNot that booty cheap, but you can go cheap-aThat booty cheap, ain't even PI need that booty for keeps, that booty ringAin't even G, that booty fake, I'm the leaderI need her free like an animal, free like a candy ballShe holly from a ball, free like a marigoldLet me jump inside a Shawty pussy like a candy ballFree, free, free, freeI wish that to all of you bitchesI blew 50 racks in one summerI think I deserve a new HummerI still clap for bitches I'm front ofThat rap bitch must be the new runnerNow they can't predict how I'll startJust make sureI'm trippin' chips with my lunchDiamonds bustin' out to my frontThe niggas smoke dick consumption too muchI will poke like I'm a new bellPopeye strong cause I eat my kaleLight my dirt, don't * with no mailCause a scene cause I'm a post bellFeel like voters, trip on my shouldersWon't tip voters, still at the topSold you, sold you, bitch so bogusHow you vote, I can't see the fontThey want a police, so shout out my niecesStay on the defense, niggas is leechesCan't take a plan B, moves on to plan CWild like a banshee, niggas is HYou bitches, chimpanzeeAt the party like GatsbyI'm ready to lose in the GatsbyI don't get jet lag, I just take BCI'm that bitch that won't be around meThe belt is BB, nickname CeceCould've bought Cece, see the one DDSuck on my peepee, niggas so peeMoney green like seaweed, but I see beanieYou small ball bitch, must've been a preemieEatin' on lamb, I forgot the gheeDon't try this at home, make the * look easyEasy, easy, my money fleek, fleekBody petite, killin' these bitches, they know it was meShe can't think for herself, so we call her a sheShe, she, Lobo P, provide all my jeansLuggage, I'm rollin' around Louis VGot all red bottles, feel like Cardi BGot head with Dorico, that bitch likeCardi B, got head with Dorico, that bitch likeShe was singin' like she was on Glee