[Verse 1]
Aye, look
If a nigga say he got me, then the news is old
Trap nigga, every two months he move the dope
Keep a nigga in my pocket, Ion lose control
I'mma ride it on my feet and then I cruise control

[Verse 2]
If ya label told you not to worry 'bout me
Well, you needa' be
Same ones that switched up the same ones that needed me
Catch 'em in traffic and have 'em singing like I needa' be
Everywhere I'm at it's going down, this a [?]

[Verse 3]
Give five feet, hoe
Please step back
Knockin' bitches out they shoes like free Air Max
Niggas sending me they music like, "Remix that"
Started that, too raw, shit
Re-did that

[Verse 4]
I like a nigga wit a stomach but it's not too thick
He like that petite shit but it's not toothpick
And I don't sit in niggas faces, I get hot too quick
And I'm the hottest in my city, that is not you, bitch

[Verse 5]
He like that fly shit, I be stylin' on 'em
I told 'em pull out the camera, I be smilin' on it
I don't know how to flirt so I be clownin' on him
I put it all on his face now he drownin' on it

[Verse 6]
If you want it, come and get it
Don't be crushin' on me
I'm speakin' money conversations, don't be hushin' on me
And if I ever swing first, don't be punchin' on me
You kinda lucky everybody don't be hunchin' on me

[Verse 7]
I got my niggas sending shots like gra-tah-tah-tah
You want this smoke?
Come get this Rasta fiyah
We pull up same night, she did not come outside
If I see that hoe in public, it is not kumbaya

[Verse 8]
I ain't fuckin' for no feature, I am not no groupie
Bitches wanna up the score, but I am not no Fugee
Niggas hit me up, they wanna wipe me down like Boosie
You ain't spent a bag on it?
This is not yo coochie, nigga

[Verse 9]
I mean, you know I'm the shit, nigga
He wanna fuck 'cuz I'm the hardest and my lips bigger
My mama told me I'm a star, I'm the Big Dipper
When I'm wearin' Uggs be the only time I trip, nigga

[Verse 10]
I told 'em, "Pick my beat" and they ain't done that yet
The dj play my shit, they gon' run that back
So if you wanna book, you gotta cut that check
I'm killin' bitches, pull up in your Sunday's best, nigga
(On some Kirk Franklin shit)