[BbyMutha:]
Yeah, he need pussy, I need peace of mind
I need brick and dime
I get sticky like a porcupine
Rob a nigga blind
He like fuckin', I like makin' money
Love is love for dummies
I'm in Philly, my bitch lookin' sunny
Chew me like a gummy, honey bunny
It's a stick up, rock a nigga semen like a ski mask
Damn, yo baby mama got a fat ass, huh
I know a threesome when I see it
We can rinse it and repeat it
If I beat it better, bet ya she gon' wanna dip wit me
I'm a G, G for Gucci coochie, cop that hoe a Louis
Jimmy Choo and lickin' all up on the waistline
Kill a nigga spirit, call the people, it's a hate crime
I move like the moon, you wet like water, Devil's daughter
Ion think you wanna go to war wit me though
End up on a t-shirt tryna be a fuckin' hero
Strap all on me, choppa LGBT, money, molly, marijuana
Bbymutha birthin' bitches, why these dishes in my sink hoe?

Yeah, bitch
It's five o'clock in the mothafuckin' mornin'
And I'm still like, fuck these hoes
I ain't never not like, fuck these hoes
I don't like you bitches, I hate you hoes, what's up?
What's up, bitch?

[Na'kel Smith:]
You will fly
And my drip from overseas
I pulled up into yo party in shit you never seen
I pulled up in yo hotel wit a girl you never seen
How the fuck that work?
Mmm, bitches, they wan' twerk for me
I don't even want that
Bitch, I want mo' money
Ha, yeah, I'm on the bus
State to state, bitch, collectin' bucks
Big checks, ion give a fuck, give a fuck no mo'
I'm just tryna add that shit up, duh
Add that shit up

[BbyMutha:]
Niggas want a mama they can stick they dick in
Don't wanna chip in
Fuck that nigga, diamonds glisten with or without him
Bitch, I'm 'bout it
Ain't no limit to my revenue
Lookin' like a snack, that nigga Scooby Doo
I don't fuck with snitches
Baddest bitches keep they mouth shut
Might end up elopin', fuck a prenup
I been doin' bitches favors since I went in labor
Fuck it, they ungrateful, I got bills all on my table
I'ma pay 'em though
Money ain't a thang, these bitches strange
Keep the change, you gon' prolly need it later
When I pull up in yo city, just to see me
'Cause you couldn't be me, now I'm on yo tv
And you still could never ever see me
I know you bothered, call yo father
Bitch, I'm way too busy tryna flip a check, yeah