Flow like a river

Hoping God's a forgiver

So I don't go to Hell for living life as a sinner

True breadwinner

Eat you for dinner

I didn't mean breakfast

I'm always on the guest list

I'm coming up

Nobody would have guessed this

Lethal raps coming from a chic that's chestless

If I was on the bus back then I'd get nexted

But now I'm so hot that I'm screaming I'm the bestest

I had to steal this beat that Mr. West did

Cause when I'm in the booth I get so reckless

Tell me where my check is

I get paper

Say you found your next chic

You're in danger

I don't get rejected

I get savored

Gone and put your hands up in the ayer

Get jiggy wit it

You look like Ms. Piggy get it

You fat and a fucking midget

That's why you don't get no digits

I get the digits on command

Look at all this money in my muthafucking hand

This ain't no sad ass song

Just a sad ass beat

I live in Westville but you live on a sad ass street

You got your outfit looking like a tragedy

My outfit look like it came out a magazine

I don't be with broke bitches that's raggedy

I only be with fly bitches, fat ass, tight jeans

Don't pop my pussy for niggas that ain't earn it

Rap it up real tight, that nigga could be burnin

He was blazin, Asain, Jamaican and German

I'm amzazing at taking it, I don't be squirming

I just go to my hairdresser to put my perm in

And the price not high like the top of Mount Vernon

Yeah, welcome to my life

I'm cooler than a fan

I'm sharper than a knife