[intro]
Body the bitch
Take her to Rick's
*I bought her new Rick's*
*I bought her new bag*
*Margiela the mask*

[hook]
I’m fighting
I’m fighting
I’m fighting, yea
I’m fighting myself, yea
I can’t see, yea, no one else
I’m fighting
I’m fighting
I’m fighting, yea
I’m fighting myself, yea
I can’t see, yea, outside myself
I’m shooting at n***as & opps
Ooo they mad?
I’m on the block
When I rap it’s pop
Not hop, yea
I’m fighting
I’m fighting
I’m fighting, yea
Kung fu grip, yea
Back on the block
Ooo yea
With a stick, yea

[verse]
Money red
What that mean?
I kill for bread
Drop it low
When you aimin at n***a head
Ragtime on a bitch
Make em dance
Jazz hands
Purple pants
Man I feel like Prince
The way I throw
Shade on a bitch
I can’t see no one else
I can’t see outside myself
She only see below my belt, yea
She look at my shoes
*kill, yea*
She look at my face
*yea, yea*
At least she know, yea, a n***a’s paid, yea

[bridge]
Bare minimum shit, yea
Bare minimum bitch, yea
Only want dick
*cool*
Bare minimum shit, yea
Bare minimum bitch, yea
Only want dick, yea
Fuck my feelings & shit
Ain’t no top cuz we cut it
Yeaaaaa
*skrt skrt*
*yea, yea*
*yoooooom*
Ain’t no top cuz we cut it
Yeaaaaa
*skrt skrt*
*yea, yea*
*yoooooom*

[hook 2]
I’m shooting
I’m shooting
I’m shooting
I’m flexing on the block
While these n***as flop
God Damn, yea
I’m fighting
I’m fighting
I’m fighting, yea
I’m fighting myself, yea
I can’t see, yea, no one else, yea

[refrain]
Money red
What that mean?
I kill for bread, yea
Drop it low
When you aimin' at
N***a head
Ragtime on a bitch
Make em dance
Jazz hands, yea

[outro]
Purple pants
Man I feel like Prince
Purple pants
Man I feel like Prince
Purple pants
Man I feel like Prince
Purple pants
Man I feel like Prince