(Hook)

If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch

I get ten percent of the fucking profit

Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship

She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel

Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill

No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils

Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill

My partner like Pistol Pete

(Verse)

Put a lil nigga’s OG on a t-shirt

Run up the band lil nigga, my feet hurt

First name basis how I’m gon treat her

Nicki Minaj, my lil bitch a leader

Pastry pussy, my lil bitch a creamer

Came out the dealer, zoom out in a Beamer

My bitch look like Tila Tequila

Ball lil bitch like Ntilikina

Dripping a bit you should call up the cleaner

Gotta admit I got love for Latina

Counting the racks while I wait for the reaper

I do not trust that lil bitch had to leave her

Skrr skrr skrr, I did that shit

Hop out the foreign with a big bad bitch

Been ignoring you, must admit

(Hook)

If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch

I get ten percent of the fucking profit

Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship

She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel

Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill

No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils

Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill

My partner like Pistol Pete

(Verse 2)

New feces bitch I’m the shit

Ain’t verified but I’m getting blue cheque

Bitch I’m fucking only talk on text

Getting paper like a death threat

Nigga on Twitter he worried bout “thread”

Dollar sign cap, put money on your head

I need my bitch just like my bread

Need that shit with some spread

Lil bitch I’m getting cabbage

These niggas in New Orleans, fucking on some catfish

Hopping out, new regime, I’m rolling with assassins

Never forget, drink your water and go pay your taxes

(Hook)

If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch

I get ten percent of the fucking profit

Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship

She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel

Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill

No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils

Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill

My partner like Pistol Pete