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[Intro]
(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Yeah, you already know who they got in this b*tch
It's Ken the motherf*ckin' Man, ho
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Why would I argue with b*tches that ain't got a dime to they name? (Uh-huh)
b*tches be thinkin' gettin' to me, gotta go through the gang (Uh-huh)
Why would you think I was f*ckin' your n*gga? You f*ck with a lame (Uh-huh)
I got designer the shoe to the shirt, I don't mention the chains (Uh-huh)
If you gone sleep on a b*tch, I would hope you could lay in a Ritz (Uh-huh)
They know I'm am the one not the two, but they know that be with the sh*ts (Uh-huh)
All of my hoes gotta be in the house by 10, I'm strict (Uh-huh)
And I'm a bad-sss b*tch for real, I don't edit my pics

[Chorus]
Still sh*ttin' on my ex, still sh*ttin' on his best (Yeah)
Still spеndin' money from last year (For real)
Ooh, pardon my flеx (Ayy)
These Nikes on my feet, but I ain't talkin' 'bout them kinda checks
Surprised b*tches ain't got bags yet, I ain't gave 'em a rest
Still sh*ttin' on my ex (Ayy), still sh*ttin' on his best (Yeah)
Still spendin' money from last year
Ooh, pardon my flex (Ayy, ayy)
These Nikes on my feet, but I ain't talkin' 'bout them kinda checks
Surprised b*tches ain't got bags yet, I ain't gave 'em a rest
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I hear that flow, it sound like me, all my haters LGBT
Lisa, they obsessed with me
Threesome, they want sex with me
Kill hoes, may they rest in peace
Book it, I don't step for free
Dlow, can't get in with me
These diamonds, these hoes ebony
You hoes last, I don't wanna be your sis, I don't wanna be your friend
b*tches is broke, they still gettin' out the mud, I been gettin' out the sand
Stay on vacation, they workin' on my nerves, I'm workin' on my tan
b*tches ungrateful, they wanna bite my hand, I could've helped your brand
b*tches is weird, you wanna be my opp, you could've been my Stan (Could've been my Stan)
He wanna spin my block, he gotta spin them bands (Gotta spend them bands)
He wanna get off block, he gotta hit my Zelle (Gotta hit my Zelle)
She wanna take my spot, she gotta go through hell

[Chorus]
Still sh*ttin' on my ex, still sh*ttin' on his best (Yeah)
Still spendin' money from last year (For real)
Ooh, pardon my flex (Ayy)
These Nikes on my feet, but I ain't talkin' 'bout them kinda checks
Surprised b*tches ain't got bags yet, I ain't gave 'em a rest
Still sh*ttin' on my ex (Ayy), still sh*ttin' on his best (Yeah)
Still spendin' money from last year
Ooh, pardon my flex (Ayy, ayy)
These Nikes on my feet, but I ain't talkin' 'bout them kinda checks
Surprised b*tches ain't got bags yet, I ain't gave 'em a rest
[Outro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Say it with me, uh-huh, uh-huh