A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trynna hear that

They call me Nicolas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
Number one draft, I'm New York's pick and
I don't lose like them dudes, on the New York Knicks
(Check it), I'm overseas, rocking hella capris – I'm in the
West Indies, eatin' delicacies – I tell 'em
They want Kane like Erica? Please
Brother your money young, like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers, always rappin' 'bout a pink truck
I'm only happy, when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck
And I don't need a sixteen, I got a sentence
I goes in on a fucker, like an entrance
These old bitches, better change they dentures
When I get in the game, they gon' play the benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me? I'mma pay my henchmen

A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trynna hear that

They call me Maraj, fuck you, and fuck your
Squad, head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin' 'bout the Taj
I'm on the other line, I ain't talkin' 'bout call waitin'
I'm VIP lil' mama, I just walk straight in
Lil' Dolce