Part I: "Up" by Cardi B

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
She say he can't fuck with me, she talkin bout her baby father
Told her she gon' have to suck today, lil' baby, fuck tomorrow
How the fuck is n***as out here broke? They always tryna borrow
Told her she can only fuck today, don't wanna fuck tomorrow
What? Why? Yeah I know what's best, my n***a, what about it
I done fucked this n***a bitch before but I still go around him
My bitch caught me cheatin', flipped it on her, yeah I'm mad now
All my old bitches ain't on shit, they doin' bad now (Yeah)

[Verse 2: DJ]
Every bitch I left, they live back with their dad now
I done gave my n***as hope, I brung that bag 'round
Weird bitch, post me on her socials, gotta flag it down
N***as never wanna pay but n***as love to borrow
I'm booked, told her not today, I'll prolly come tomorrow
Today i'm fresh as fuck, but watch how I come tomorrow
My bitch cool as fuck but she came home with two friends
If they suck it right then they can move in
Floor seats, Crypto, I got my tool in
Fourth quarter yellin' "Why the fuck Batum in?"
She said if you really from the Clan pull out some blues then

Part II:
[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
If I'on got shit else, just know I got it on
Where the fuck was n***as at when I was in the cold?
Amiri Skele on my
Label askin' what I need, I need Rubi Rose
Fourty-five hunnid for these shoes and clothes
Crazy all my bitches work at crazy drugs
She was broke on her birthday so I just gave it to her
I was fuckin' hoes in Montreal, I don't wanna leave the tour
All these ones in our section, you can't see our feet no more
Cartier cuttin' off my circulation
Finally got the bitch I left, congratulations
Got these bitches layin' on me like a pack of bacon

[Verse 2: DJ]
Hoes come easy to masturbate
Cut her off, I don't like how been she actin' lately
Different bitches every day, I'm not exaggerating
Let's it take it slow, just want top, tell her don't get naked
Tell the club I need fifty or I can't make it
I stay high up in the hills, nobody live by me
Pull up on my driveway, my fuckin' ears poppin'
We got bottles, we got drank, ain't no beer options
Three gram wood got my lungs throbbin'
Hoes all on fake pages, bitches real bored
Say she love this dick and she'll kill for it
Pussy fire, got me happier than Gilmore
It's a lot of n***as' bitches that I feel for
Part III

[Verse 1: DJ]
New Ricks, you ain't seen 'em, I'm the first to get 'em
Mad at me about these hoes, prolly heard I hit 'em
With some grimy dudes, if I wink, they'd hurt a n***a
I got ten bitches, all believe I'm a perfect n***a
Twelve-fifty on these pants, these ain't purple denim
Say her baby daddy rap, I never heard them n***as
I got bitches way from Palmdale to Yorba Linda
Big lamish, lookin' like I'm floatin' in 'em
Room full of smokers, I'm smokin' with 'em
Pass the hoes to my bros, yeah, I hope you hit 'em
Grew up in the duplex, it had roaches in it
Finna take this n***a bitch to see how close I'm getting
Twenty-nine-fifty for the fuckin' coat I'm getting
Heh-heh, heh

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
She was lookin' good as hell, went through her whole page
Feel like Smokey when I see it, not a damn thing
Makin' bitches leave, how you get backstage?
Came a long way from standing at Vermont Station
Lame ass n***as chicken on these sack chases
Say she tryna make some money, finna back page her
Drop Clan Way 3, look like we won again
This gon' be the hardest LA Leakers 'til we come again (Talk to 'em)
I just got another group of bitches, finna run 'em in
If he ain't tryna pay in full, we'll take it sunny then
I done ran it up now everybody found me
Paid a lot, my jacket rude, I can't make everybody happy
I was broke, ain't nobody check up on me, they ain't have me
I told my bitches "I'll do anything to make y'all happy"
I told my n***as "I'll do anything to keep y'all happy"