I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don’t know, is it me or it’s your thirst, nigga?
You nig, you niggas ain’t got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain’t got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some ”don’t cross me” bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it’s floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my bitches
I’m so fuckin’ rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My niggas
ÖRONORGASM! Jag dör, så FET denna är!
