text: Intro
  Young nigga come wit the trap young nigga come wit a rap young nigga come with the wrap ayy Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
  Listen, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real 
  Yo bitch ride on myndick in some big tall heels
  I count Big fat checks, big large bills 
  Front, Ill flip like spiderman nigga 
  Cold ass bitch , I give these girls the chills 
  All the same looks and all the new kills
  She kiss me in the mouth, I feel all chills
  I like to eat in the car, thats meals on wheels 
  I was born to flex 
  Diamonds wet on my neck
  I like boardin jets, I like early mornin sex 
  But nothing in this world that I like more than checks 
  All I really wanna see is the booty 
  I really need the pussy, I need the 
  All a motherfucka need is the 
  I got bands in this coupe 
  Bustin out the roof 
  I got bands in the coupe 
  Touch me, Ill shoot 
  She Shake a that ass 
  Get a little bag and take it to the store 
  Get a little cash 
  Shake it real fast bust it down to da floor 
  All the money imma scoop 
  I was Bustin out the roof
  I got bands in the coupe 
  Bustin out the roof 
  Im fly, like a jet, shit!
  I need room for my girls legs
  I got a kid, I need some money, yeah 
  I need cheese for my egg
  All yall bitches in trouble 
  Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle 
  I heard that Bardi went pop
  Yeah, I did go pop 
  Thats me bustin they bubble 
  Im Dasani with the drip 
  Baby mommy with the full clip 
  Walk out Follies with a bitch 
  Bring a thottie to the whip 
  If she fine or she thick, goddamn 
  Walkin past the mirror, ooh
  Like Damn, Im fine 
  Let a bitch try me, boom 
  MC Hammer time, uh