[Verse 1]
Keep it real I always could body shit
Santa Claus coming, I'm probably the naughty list
Roberto Cavalli fits, commercially model shit
Over half a million followers, virtually, I'm legit
Bullshit, what you think of that?
I ain't make it yet
I know if God giveth, he could take it back
I'm in a Hon- Civic and some vapor max
Tryna make a rack out a hundred like where my paper at, look
I don't mind signing a deal
I mind mining a field
Cotton picking to drip in designer heels
Never minding where your chicken
Can't pay your designer bills
But I don't go attack it
It's a classic O.D
But if I don't own my masters
Then my masters own me
This how rapping gon' be
A lot of rappers don't see
A lot of fabricating shit
A lot of capping on beats
See I roll with some model bitches
Whole lot of bitches
Bloody bottoms on the couch
Pop a bottle with you
If you fuck a n***a for a G:
A thot pocket
But a bitch who fuck a n***a for the free:
A non-profit
I'm probably a hot topic
You've never been hot, stop it
I body the top shoppers
Whenever I'm not shopping
I'm not stopping for nobody else
Nobody helped
Put my records up on nobody's shelf
Platinum plaques, might do that
I spit facts but you knew that
Crazy cause I had to type beg for the new rap
Label tried to clip my legs but they grew back
Eat rappers with a food fact
Careful 'bout where I chew at
Crumbling you mumbling actors
Like where my fruit at?
You choke when I come near
Stumbling like, she DO black
A broke n***a somewhere wondering where his boo at
With a rich n***a probably
She know how to curve a bitch n***a properly
Probably own all her property
Probably just like monopoly
I know this bitch is tired of me
Not enough to unfollow me though
(Not enough to unfollow me though)