[Verse 1]
Turn it up, never pay attention to a hatin'-ass ho
N***as don't be on shit, but I bet they share each other's clothes
Bet my weed smell like piss, inhale, then I exhale out my nose
I got these hoes so mad, like they off the coke, I got 'em blown (Woah)
I step on the stage, put on a show (Woah, woah)
Speak down on my name, go toe to toe (Let's go)
He ain't never met a bitch like me, I know
You know we easy breezy
Diamonds VV (Yеah), n***as creepy (Ooh)
Heebie-jeebies (Woah), in the jeep (Woah)
Wе jeepers-creepers (Huh)
Think she bad (Huh), but bitch, I'm meaner

[Chorus]
I just put the cash in a stash
Why you lookin' on my page and you ain't even wash your ass?
I got a check, now I don't know how to act (Damn)
At my new crib playin' with my son in the grass (Woah, ho)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), n***as lookin' sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
I don't puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bad day
Man, these hoes be frontin' like they damn lace

[Verse 2]
Put a bitch to sleep just for pillow talking (Sleep)
Shorty ass fat, see it through the joggers (Look)
I'm the realest out, if we being honest (Uh-huh)
Don't call me paranoid 'cause I'm just used to being cautious (Bitch)
I'ma be the one that still got it, I'm not the one that lost it
She gon' pop a perc like Lil Gotit and then she get to poppin'
Soon as we walk in the party, you feel the speakers knockin'
He said that I was ugly, but now he eye-lockin'
She said that she ain't like me, now the bitch head boppin' (Bitch)
I've been on her mind all day, I got her head throbbin'
I know that they gon' ride my wave, I keep the boat rockin'
I told my plug that I can't choose, just bring me all the options
My money blue, just like a zoo, it fill up both pockets (Yeah)
You and your boyfriend hella lame, y'all need to both stop it
And if a ho watchin'
She see this fit cost more than her whole closet (Damn, bitch)
[Chorus]
I just put the cash in a stash
Why you lookin' on my page and you ain't even wash your ass?
I got a check, now I don't know how to act (Damn)
At my new crib playin' with my son in the grass (Woah, ho)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), n***as lookin' sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
I don't puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bad day
Man, these hoes be frontin' like they damn lace