[Verse 1]
Bitch, you dumb, bitch, you make my fucking brain melt
I'm cutting out your eyes to see the pain felt
Bitch, pay what you owe me, I am not the old me
I am not your homie, fuck how you control me

[Chorus]
Bitch we in the back counting them racks
Bitch got G-star on her ass
Oh, that white bitch got some ass
Oh, now that bitch smoking gas
I made that bitch, yeah
Know why that bitch on my dick, yeah
This bitch make me sick, yeah
And her mans is a bitch, yeah

[Interlude]
That bitch don't got no money
She don't got no money, he don't got no money
They both fuckin broke
Um, that's all I know, fuck you, kill yourself

[Verse 2]
To the money make a b-line, all these fuckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
Bitch, get your racks up, bitch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
To the money make a b-line, all these fuckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
Bitch, get your racks up, bitch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
[Chorus]
Bitch we in the back counting them racks
Bitch got G-star on her ass
Oh, that white bitch got some ass
Oh, now that bitch smoking gas
I made that bitch, yeah
Know why that bitch on my dick, yeah
This bitch make me sick, yeah
And her mans is a bitch, yeah

[Outro]
To the money make a b-line, all these fuckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
Bitch, get your racks up, bitch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
To the money make a b-line, all these fuckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
Bitch, get your racks up, bitch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter