[Verse]
If you fuck with me, you can have my money
Means nothing to me, cept’ pennies, honey
I’m flowing hard with that chopper flow
And I’m coming up, but they still don’t know
And they wish they did, cause it makes them scared
And they fear the hate
So they jump on the train or it’s leaving without em’
One or two options, no reason to doubt em’
I could go on about all the money I make, or the bitches I skate, or the pills that I take
But what they don’t get, is that’s obsolete and means nothing to me
They want me to change, but is it for better or worse?
I wrote these rhymes to cope
Nope, no other reason, this is a therapy, yo
Every session, I write and listen to my words
Let it soak up in my body, elevate to my brain, it works
So when they ask me to change and not for the better, the worse
Please understand, I’m not happy, ‘cause I’m not here for the jokes

[Hook]
Fake ass bitches
Fake ass bitches, let me hear you say it, hoe
Fake ass bitches
Get yo fake ass out my mothafuckin’ mentions, hoe
Fake ass bitches
Fake ass bitches, let me hear you say it, hoe
Fake ass bitches
Get yo fake ass out my mothafuckin’ mentions, hoe