[Intro]

[?]

I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend

You know I go crazy, you know I go fed

Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head

Baow

Baow, baow, baow (On my daddy)

Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head

[Verse 1]

Nigga, fuck a automatic, this a .50

I'mma hit a bitch up with the switchy

Put it on that nigga once, now he miss me

Get rich or die trying, like I'm 50

Bitch I'm from the Mil', we get litty in the city

Smoking out the pack, smoking on that sticky

If you lookin' for a boss bitch, get with me

Niggas be tellin', I should call they ass Mickey

Everywhere I go, you know I gotta [?] cripsy

Baow, get in mode, shake yo hips, hit that heel toe

Point to the air, left, right, then you hit the flo'

Baow, then you hit the flo'

I got fifty, I got blues, I'm up hеlla racks

If I ever said I loved you, that was fuckin' cap

Back, back, gеt in mode, throw that shit back

Back, back, like, yeah, make that shit clap

Fat cat back, all I want is the rackies

From the Mil' where we say, "On my daddy"

I'm a baddie, you know I got a fatty

Pullin' up quick, just send me the addy

I won't ever let a broke nigga have me

I ain't stoppin' 'till I win me a Grammy

Bitch mad 'cause her nigga chose me

The nigga know I'm richer, that nigga know I'm P

Gotta pay a fee, ain't shit in this world free

Competin' wit' nobody, bitch, it's me versus me

I'm who these niggas want, I'm who these bitches wanna be

Up on the net, but in person, bitches cheap

Bitch, hit that shit, hit that shit to this beat

Baow, get in mode, [?], you betta eat

Choppa get to bussin' off the bitch off her feet

Cookin' straight fire, so you know I'm serving heat

[Chorus]

[?]

I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend

You know I go crazy, you know I go fed

Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head

[Verse 2]

All my bitches got a bag, [?]

Thought this was the end? This only the beginning

On these bitches necks as long as I'm living

If you broke and sittin' on yo ass, I ain't interferin'

I be outside everyday, bet' not ever catch you slippin'

My shooters gon' play, some Blood, some Crippin'

Thought you was finna hit it, then you must be trippin'

Purped out, bitches always in my fuckin' business

Spend that nigga bag, make that nigga go delirious

I could never ever take a broke nigga serious

My flow is the illest, you know I'm the realest

I won't stop, I won't quit

Make hits after hits bitch

He gon' choose me everytime 'cause I'm so lit

She gon' throw that shit back, she gon' do a trick

She gon' do a split on it, gon' do 'yo shit

Kiss ass and blow a bag 'cause I'm so rich

Yeah, I see you havin' money, but is you spendin' it?

No, I can't make this shit clap, if you ain't throwin' cash

Used to be fucked up with no money, now, I'm on track

I don't ever trip on what I spend, 'cause I'mma make it back

You can't come around here lackin', get yo' shit whacked

Money ain't shit, baby, I got big racks

Niggas say I'm bad, I look like a snack

Did it on my own with no help, that's a fact

Ask yo bitch, she might know

Bitch, I'm Myaap

All his bitches basic and I'm bad, I'm a real piece

Time to wake these bitches up, they ain't seein' me

I'mma make it far with this shit, y'all gon' feel me

[Chorus]

[?]

I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend

You know I go crazy, you know I go fed

Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head