I Like lyrics

[Chorus]
I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
I like them n*ggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
You know I'm gettin' money, so that n*gga gotta match me

[Verse 1]
He wanna fly me out, take me out the South
I say, "Yes, daddy," and I ain't even his child
pus*y super tight 'cause a b*tch don't get around
Couldn't make it to the crib, he say he wanna f*ck me now
Got it hot in here like Nelly, guess that's why they lookin' jealous
They gon' say so much about me, but they can't say I ain't pretty
I ain't gеttin' on no scale, but these hoеs know that I'm heavy
Still pullin' b*tches' card, I need the PIN to b*tches' debits (Ooh)
I ain't been broke in a minute (Ooh)
Got it, so I spend it (Ooh)
I can't even go out without b*tches givin' interviews (Nah)
And I ain't friendly, so they think I got an attitude
If I ain't speakin', that just mean that I don't f*ck with you

[Chorus]
I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
I like them n*ggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
You know I'm gettin' money, so that n*gga gotta match me
[Verse 2]
I ain't in the way, but these b*tches tryna move like me, do like me
They should just be fans 'cause they ain't cool like me
I ain't tellin' time, but they watch
I'm still b*tches' main topic
I don't know why b*tches feel threatened
Not my issue, my problem
Check, check, check, check, check
My name still MS
I don't address sh*t
Unless hoes come direct
Bad b*tches got that privilege
Get free gifts, free money
I ain't even gotta f*ck nothin'
n*ggas gon' trick if they want it
I am the girl of they dreams
They gon' by nice things
I want this, want that
Neck, wrist, bling, bling, bling
Hoes gon' reach, gon' reach
They can't find no thing
Wanna be just like me (But can't)
Oh damn, poor thing

[Chorus]
I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
I like them n*ggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
You know I'm gettin' money, so that n*gga gotta match me
[Outro]
I don't diss or nothin', that's for them lame hoes
I use n*ggas for money, that's what they made for
I started to buy all them, now I can trade hoes
I think all of my haters just wanna come taste the rainbow
I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
Don't post me, don't tag me, don't at me
I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
You know I'm gettin' money, so that n*gga gotta match me