Hook
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team
Verse 1
Counting green, yea the same color as listerine
I’m just posted with my guys and we ready to make history
Why they asking so many questions like it's a mystery
Why joey cookin up in the basement yea he got hits for me
Clap clap, all that f*cking talking where ya raps at?
Knew i would make it had 3 40s in my back pack
Ooouuu, hold up i hadda back track
I laugh at, dudes saying they got money where ya cash at
Tell some b*tches slide thru
But you can’t come in unless you f*ckin my crew
Everybody know that i always balled (bald) just like I'm Cailou
I knew, that I’m gonna make a milly times 2
I’m so blessed like achoo
Fly dude, started making raps outta the wazzoo
My rhymes too, crazy I can’t think bout what defines you
Cause you copy all my flows, copy all of my lines too
I don’t f*ck wit pigs man they’ll prolly give the swine flu
I spit the typa sh*t u gotta look up after listening
I make your girl wetter than a baby at a christening
Diamonds glistening, im tired of you rappers like michelin
I been on a mission man, counting up my dividends
Hook
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team
Verse 2
I got bills I'm like Buffalo, I got bucks like Milwaukee
I come riding up ya block looking like Mr. Softee
Ya girl up in my ear but I'm like b*tch get off me
Last name Billups b*tch but no im not Chauncey
I walk in the party and the b*tches stare (whoa)
All this cocaine in this b*tches hair (b*tch chill)
Hit that sh*t raw like Monday night call me Rickie Flaire
If we going to the club I dont know how we gettin there
I’m wasted, face it, paper i been chasing
Dudes act like they equal to me but they ain’t adjacent
I’m racing slaughter all you rappers call me Jason
My b*tch is amazing and yours is basic
That white girl like Lindsey Lohan
I told you that Ima go in
I load it up then reload it
Yea Moving in slow motion
I been pouring all this potion
She get wetter than the ocean
But I don’t show emotion
These hoes make me lose focus
f*ck all the opps and the shots that they sending me
Enemies all tryna drain me of this energy
Tryna take aaaawwwaaayyyyy, they need a new identity
I been f*ckin dimes I'm on em just like I’m Kennedy
Hook
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team
I ain’t never met a b*tch that could ever get to me
I ain’t never met a b*tch that I can't share with the team
Yea your girl been on my di*k yea bruh she been a fiend
They all hopping on my bandwagon we the winning team