1:] All you is Nicki Minaj sons So get her a bag so she can pick up her ones She down I see her tracks I make it rain she it back And all money keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks But I got on racks on racks side at the W, take a puff and relax It's that lifestyle, Audemar iced out more spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes hoes won't leave me Fake bag, fake ass and she for patron My credit making good, my money a loan And them you got on, pound sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no basic Beyonc, laced on Who you trying to front on? And on? You a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie [?], fake booty So she a bitch At the club all weekend, she to get rich But all I got is dick for a basic bitch
2:] So it off with your knock-off You give head to any nigga with his top off You the type I'd off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, never BBM or you Lookin' for the next you, I wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the club looking for Everything look good off a bottles of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a mental picture of you all your clothes Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a With Amber Rose? I ain't 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar friends can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that hanging down to your ass Bitch ain't Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a ho fo sho' You up in video takin' off your clothes I I told you that you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] child's mad at how Accord is 2012 Range, now how times change You bitches'll never get a ring, LeBron Cause I got all the game, to move Daddy the King dirty money with my lil'