[Intro]
Uh
Uh
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
[Chorus]
Bad-bitch getter, woo, real rich n***a, ooh
Hellcat whipper, mm, certified dripper
Exotic bitch, she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
A baggery, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A n***a play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
[Verse 1]
I'm whackin' her
Bitch get out of line, you know I'm smackin' her
She know I ain't toleratin' all that actin' up
Can't do nothin' but pray, I'm losin' faith when it come to love
Young n***a, I stayed down, I'm gettin' big bucks
Rich n***a changed up, now he glisted up
Got a bag put up, main bitch tucked
And you can't name nobody in the city that came and bitched us
And you can't name nan' n***a that ever dissed us
And I be tryin' to play it cool, but it still don't fix nothin'
I'm goin' to school, breakin' the rules with that stick tucked
I play it cool, but can't believe these n***as bitched up, these n***as bitched up
Rich n***a, n***as transgenders, can't deal with 'em
Remember chasin' five figures, now I got six figures
Real members, really pulled triggers, really killed n***as
Asked me for some money, so I gave it, certified giver
We been pushin' P before it dropped, n***a, this real pimpin'
Rather get caught with it than without, but this ain't Scottie Pippen
Awful lot of syrup, but this a whole lot of drug dealin'
Doin' bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a villain
[Chorus]
Bad-bitch getter, woo, real rich n***a, ooh
Hellcat whipper, mm, certified dripper
Exotic bitch, she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
A baggery, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A n***a play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
[Verse 2]
Get your carats up, n***a
And where I grew was rough, this realer
Diamond in the rough, but now you know my diamonds bust
Section 8, project baby, I grew up fuckin' sluts
I never paid attention to the hate, don't amount to nothin'
I'm steady chasin' coins, run it up, no Temple Run
Bitch, you gon' get these ones, pussy ho, you gotta shake it
Make it storm, weatherman, you gon' have to rake it
All these diamonds wrapped down on my arm, she gon' come through naked
Servin' what I put up on my charm, they gon' have to rate it
Seven Super Bowl rings on like I'm Tom Brady
Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon' be my lady
I be tryna put that tongue on her, but she actin' crazy
Had to go and ring the alarm on her like she Beyoncé
Say that I can hit it if I bring her homie BOA
Havin' double digits, Bubba packs, and big ol' .308s