[Verse: 1]
I'm on my stupid shit my diamonds aqua-blue and shit
Ride like a hyena took the nenna out the uterus
Freako told me I should change my name to you da shit
Cause every time I hit the club they be like you da shit
40 low tennis show fly figures stunttin'
Shawwty keep the money money keep the pussy runny
I got that new new he call that pussy yummy
She got that run through he call that pussy rummy
Turn the lights on ass stupid stupid fat
Look at em' faking like he know just what to do with that
These hoes ain't fuckin' with me everywhere I go I be so sadiddy
So real hoes chill 305 wrist on chill
[Hook]
Bass build in my backseat trunk rattling real hard
Ol' school since so high 5'2" but I feel large
Bitch mad hating on me hating on me I feel yall
But I still ball yea I still ball
Ass stupid big cash stupid swag stupid big
That's why you feel stupid bitch bitch
Stupid big rag stupid big that's why you on that stupid shit
Cuase you feel real stupid bitch
[Verse: 2]
I'm on a mission to get it
These basic bitches is trippin'
Off this money I'm flipping
VIP big tipping Freako sent me to rip it
That all I do to you bitches
On my to some money
They say the walk something vicious
We taking big trips first class
Big hips fat ass
New Range big thangs
Rockstar big chain
We big time we get shine
I know you see I gets mine
We lashing out and they nauseous
I'm toast let me get lost bitch
DJ turn the mofuckin' lights
On cause you know I really love it when the lights on
We can do it all night till my tights off
Leave ya shoes and shirts and ya ice on
I hope that ain't too hood
That how I get when that drink is good
Looking like cash blazing when I ride pass and my
[Hook]
Bass build in my backseat trunk rattling real hard
Ol' school since so high 5'2" but I feel large
Bitch mad hating on me hating on me I feel yall
But I still ball yea I still ball
Ass stupid big cash stupid swag stupid big
That's why you feel stupid bitch bitch
Stupid big rag stupid big that's why you on that stupid shit
Cuase you feel real stupid bitch
[Verse: 3]
R-A-B-B-I-T I be on it bitch I'm bout it bout it
Ain't no doubt about it we get money while they pout about it
Catch me riding in that Audi check me when I hop up out it
Body banging like a blood I got my whole block around me
DC till the death of me I can't help but rep my city
Got the recipe cook it up and come and get it
Rabbit bout her cabbage get it quick then she be runnin' with it
100's 50's 20's honey lick my fingers as I peel it
Yall be on some stupid shit I be on that other shit
Yall be on that groupie list I be on that other list
They hate but never disrespect them bitches know better then that
No good to ya neighborhood and I'm turned up like my camp would and my
[Hook]
Bass build in my backseat trunk rattling real hard
Ol' school since so high 5'2" but I feel large
Bitch mad hating on me hating on me I feel yall
But I still ball yea I still ball
Ass stupid big cash stupid swag stupid big
That's why you feel stupid bitch bitch
Stupid big rag stupid big that's why you on that stupid shit
Cuase you feel real stupid bitch
Ass stupid big cash stupid swag stupid big
That's why you feel stupid bitch bitch
Stupid big rag stupid big that's why you on that stupid shit
Cuase you feel real stupid bitch