[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Kio, Kio
Hmm, ah, hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n***as got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

[Verse 1]
N***a what? (What?)
Put respect on my name, I'm the one who got it started (Got it started)
Diggin' me now (Hmm)
Used to tell 'em ideas, they thought I was retarded
She wanna fuck (She wanna fuck)
I beat that pussy all up (Beat that, beat that) to the point that it done fall on my Amiris (Squirt it, squirt)
I paid thirteen for my jeans, bitch, you better call me Ed Hardy
[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n***as got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

[Verse 2]
Gettin' bread-y (Gettin' bread-y)
I just made me some fetti, I'm coppin' some Palms (Made me a bag)
Opp n***a bitch on my dick, made her blush when she saw that my dick, brick on my arm, yeah (She on my dick, she on my dick)
I got the drop on the spot 'cause my new little bitch
But I'm gone play it calm (Play it calm)
He better watch everything that he postin' and shit (Grrr, yeah)
I pop up like a loan (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch (Don't care)
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste (I dropped a bag)
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Bitches be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)
[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n***as got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies Runtz got me dead-y

[Outro]
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah