Every b*tch in my city try to f*ck me
Three months ago they ain't care
Said I was wear
Because I where balmains
And they were to tight
I got die in my hair
Speakin' of hair
b*tches be givin' me head
Kind of remind me of lice
I'm takin' your order
Give me ten minutes
Come with a fortune and good box of rice
I ride like a bike
They got the Benz on the side
Take it off I'm using a scilencer
I bet this 4 5 will silence ya
I like Ferrari
My brother he like a Challenger
I got so much money that's mas
I swear to God
My life is just like a calendar
I get that b*tch like that's who I want
Oh she ain't suckin' the di*k
Then I'm gonna council her
Don't talk to me b*tch
Don't tell me your problems
f*ck I look like a school counselor
I'm throwing b*tch
But I'm no gambler
G-g-gambler I am no gambler
She is a fan of me
But I am no fan of her