1:] All you is Nicki Minaj sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She down I see her tracks I make it rain she it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got on racks on racks Pool side at the W, take a puff and that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar iced out Order more spades hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes hoes leave me alone Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for My making good, my money need a loan And them heels you got on, sign
Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no bitch Beyonc, front on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You just a bitch, she got a fake Louie Fake [?], booty So she a bitch At the all weekend, she trying to get rich But all I got is this dick for a bitch
2:] So it off with your knock-off You give head to any riding with his top off You the type I'd off, forget I ever met you Block you on Twitter, BBM or text you Lookin' for the you, I just wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause I'm up in the club looking for hoes Everything look off a couple bottles of rose Down low with your swag, off of your toes And paintin' a mental picture of you all your clothes you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I ain't talking no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had Your can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car But that hanging down to your ass Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every takin' off your clothes I thought I told you you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] mad at how Honda Accord is 2012 Range, now how times change You bitches'll get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, used to Daddy the King Gettin' money with my lil'