[Verse 1 - bbymutha]:
Molly poppin’, ghetto golden, rocking, rolling, black bitch
Call me what you want but baby don’t forget the “black bitch”
Pussy pink as fuck, he wanna nut, he want some mo’ kids
He need a dumb bitch, he need to gone with all that dumb shit
Sorry I’m the center of your baby dad’s attention
Sorry I been bossing up on you and all your friends
You was busy stalking me and I was getting to a bag
I was busy doing me and they was getting hella mad
Robbing n***as, I ain’t playin’, fair, my attitude expensive
I need quality extensions, tryna pay a few tuitions
Tryna start a fucking business
Get a job, step my pussy up
And I can’t let these n***as fuck on me cause they gon’ fuck it up
Getting to the money, now I know these bitches sick of me, they tickle me
Sending all they friends to come and check on me
A check on me, a lot of stress on you, I’m in the major league
You local karaoke bitches ain’t my speed, grow the weed

[Chorus] (x2):
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got yo’ n***a running dope and making plays for me
I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me
They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin’

[Verse 2 - Michael Da Vinci]:
Dark skin n***a with a light so bright
Look like can kill a brother on site
House motherfucker put a bitch on ice
Tell your man to get a life, he been bitchin’ all night
Fucking with them hoes [?] got you piped
Make you wanna fuck, go home, throw a fight
Tell me how you feel, imma tell you how it is, fuck you think it really is?
I ain’t got time for the bullshit
Been working too long, got a couple shits
Smoking on whatever you can roll the shit
Can I get you back 5, bring me back to 10
Can I get you five hunnid, bring me back to 6
You a boss [?]
Make a n***a say, uh no limit with this
My hater say I’ll punch your face and left
We been down for a while, now we up a lil’ bit
First place to the ceiling, stay on the ground, not your fake bullshit
Dodge your lies [?] n***a fuck clout
Imma run my mouth, talk shit till they kill me
Hill for a while, n***a can’t slow down
Them curves can’t kill me, no
[Chorus] (x2):
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got yo’ n***a running dope and making plays for me
I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me
They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin’