[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, n***as pick you up and they go bar hoppin
N***as take me out on dates and we go car shoppin'
Cartier wristwear, all the mall watches
Yeah, baddest bitch around, I ain't just start poppin'
Better check my résumé, if I want it I got it
Yeah, rose in the jungle, a part of the projects
Now it's money conversations, they loaded with commas
I just wake up on an island somewhere in Bahamas
Got Chanel on my feet, I drip when I wanna
Got my A-game on, I see through the drama
Yeah, n***as they be blind, they see what they wanna
Bout my business and my bread, I get it from mama

[Verse 1]
Thеy don't know about the grind, I don't sleep nights
Early mornin' flights
Get the bag, gotta еat right
N***a get it poppin' he don't drop it, then it's peace signs
Money ain't the topic, ain't no talkin', hit a click, bye
Goin' with them cheap lies
Wake up to Chanel, and "what's your shoe size?"
And these diamonds on me clearer then the blue sky
Push a button, let it start, then the roof rise
Keep grindin', you gon' make it there in due time
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, been poppin'
Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it
Bitches ain't want no smoke, come see about it
Flights that I hop on, private, I see the pilot
Yeah I'm dripped in designer, no stylists
And if a n***a ain't rich, then he childish
Put this pussy all up right there where his mouth is (meow!)
Got a condo bout' as big as your house is
Uh, yeah, been poppin'
Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it
Bitches ain't want no smoke, come see about it

[Outro]
Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it
Littest bitch out in my city, come hear about it