[Intro]

Woah, woah
Ayo listen, this the jump off right here man
It was done in '03, it was done in '07
I had to do it, 2021

[Verse 1]

Now who would've expected? That I'd be on my rap shit
You probably heard my name, not the side, I'm the main
Head bitch in charge, I plan on doing it large
I aim big, you're still small, time to throw me the ball
M-A-T on the court, first one of the sort
Been flyer than airports and hotter than resorts
Oops, no not those, only do private villas
Designer on our clothes, you know we're fashion killers
Look, I'm on a wave that they all wanna ride
Ain't got no surfboard so they're stuck, sеaside
When I'm in the booth, got thеir mouths open wide
Your sound is local, mine's worldwide
You could find me on the large boats, throwing down them c-notes
Carrying a black Telfar tote
Everything I say, I wrote, lightweight so they stay afloat
Do not light the blunt if you know you can't handle the smoke
[Hook]

This one's for my bitches
With big digits, work hard for their riches
Hair on inches, don't hang around snitches
Don't need men to help grant all their wishes
Gimme kisses
And for my boys
That push big toys, let's hear you make noise
Rolling up in the truck, it's a Royce
Sexy voice, wanna get in their drawers
It ain't no choice

[Verse 2]

Killing this Timbaland beat with Timberlands on my feet
When I hit the street, always gotta look neat
It be me, myself and I, keep a bad b nearby
She got some real thick thighs that'll make your thing rise
They never ever would've thought that I could rhyme like that
Diamonds blinging on the face, can't see the time like that
Yup, my lyrics ill, but still is room for improvement
Drop more freestyles until I start a real movement
Anything I do, you know I excel
Mostly will end up on the cover of double X-L
All my bitches showing ass “Why?” because sex sells
Knew we were a problem since the days we would get expelled
My name in, all caps
When I spit, it's all facts
“His flow's not sickening”
Then why the fuck you're listening?
Drop the acting, no need to pretend
I'm far from soft for a dude that got his wrist on bent
[Hook]

This one's for my bitches
With big digits, work hard for their riches
Hair on inches, don't hang around snitches
Don't need men to help grant all their wishes
Gimme kisses
And for my boys
That push big toys, let's hear you make noise
Rolling up in the truck, it's a Royce
Sexy voice, wanna get in their drawers
It ain't no choice