[Verse 1]
Why you be always trying to act like I'm not what I said I was?
I told these n***as I was godly and hardly would ever budge
On them wood floors, you gonna need some better rugs
A couple bad hoes, coming off of vacay
Your ex-man a lame brain, an asshole, he plain-Jane
Think that Givenchy and Gucci like the same thing
I'm on a roll, a winning streak
You on the road where winner's be, it shouldn't be
A hard decision, as to him or me!
I put my cards on the table, where the dinner be
Easy as 1, 2, 3 like December 3rd, bitch plan
Handing out purpose, hella-cursive writing on the seats
We lighting on the beach
To the motherfuckin top and to the highest of the peaks
Gimme that pretty little hand, don't be fighting, that's a

[Hook] (x2)
We getting checks
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
They dripping wet
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
We getting checks
Bitches love Cris in the jacuzzi tub
I can't stop, I can't stop, only doing this because
[Verse 2]
She want that money, money, money, money
That's what you all out of your body for?!
If you knew better, you'd probably do better
Ain't that what you go to college for?
All them scholarships and you can't even ride a dick
Damn girl! You trippin, let me give you my apologies
Life be sweet, most of the kind of shit I'm tryna hit
Is usually a 50: a dime 5 times
Prime-time popu-lair, baby that's "PTP," you on that CPT
You too late, I'm on the date with that DOE and yo, she's so sweet
I been making love to her for the past few weeks
I think I'mma tie the knot, making it official, I don't give a fuck
Living in the clouds, so I guess we about to live it up
If I ain't meet you in the club, I would get with you
The DJ say he gonna play something that the bitches love

[Hook]