[Verse 1: Bbymutha]

Yeah, he need pussy, I need peace of mind

I need brick and dime

I get sticky like a porcupine

Rob a nigga blind

He like fuckin', I like makin' money

Love is love for dummies

I'm in Philly, my bitch lookin' sunny

Chew me like a gummy, honey bunny

It's a stick up, rock a nigga semen like a ski mask

Damn, yo baby mama got a fat ass, huh

I know a threesome when I see it

We can rinse it and repeat it

If I beat it better, bet ya she gon' wanna dip wit me

I'm a G, G for Gucci coochie, cop that hoe a Louis

Jimmy Choo and lickin' all up on the waistline

Kill a nigga spirit, call the people, it's a hate crimе

I move like the moon, you wеt like water, Devil's daughter

Ion think you wanna go to war wit me though

End up on a t-shirt tryna be a fuckin' hero

Strap all on me, choppa LGBT, money, molly, marijuana

Bbymutha birthin' bitches, why these dishes in my sink hoe?

[Interlude: Bbymutha]

Yeah, bitch

It's five o'clock in the mothafuckin' mornin'

And I'm still like, fuck these hoes

I ain't never not like, fuck these hoes

I don't like you bitches, I hate you hoes, what's up?

What's up, bitch?

[Verse 2: Na-Kel]

Either way I'm fly

And my drip from overseas

I pulled up into yo party in shit you never seen

I pulled up in yo hotel wit a girl you never seen

How the fuck that work?

Mmm, bitches, they wan' twerk for me

I don't even want that

Bitch, I want mo' money

Ha, yeah, I'm on the bus

State to state, bitch, collectin' bucks

Big checks, ion give a fuck, give a fuck no mo'

I'm just tryna add that shit up, duh

Add that shit up

[Verse 3: Bbymutha]

Niggas want a mama they can stick they dick in

Don't wanna chip in

Fuck that nigga, diamonds glisten with or without him

Bitch, I'm 'bout it

Ain't no limit to my revenue

Lookin' like a snack, that nigga Scooby Doo

I don't fuck with snitches

Baddest bitches keep they mouth shut

Might end up elopin', fuck a prenup

I been doin' bitches favors since I went in labor

Fuck it, they ungrateful, I got bills all on my table

I'ma pay 'em though

Money ain't a thang, these bitches strange

Keep the change, you gon' prolly need it later

When I pull up in yo city, just to see me

'Cause you couldn't be me, now I'm on yo tv

And you still could never ever see me

I know you bothered, call yo father

Bitch, I'm way too busy tryna flip a check, yeah