[Intro]
Man, we ain't losin'
(X, load it up, bro)
Everywhere I got it (Pssh)
Bad bitch gon' fuck me (Yeah)
Shawty know I'm 'bout profit (Pssh)
Shawty know that I got it (Pssh)
Shawty know that I got it (Pssh)
Shawty know that I got it (Pssh)
(X on the beat, make it boom)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on that fashion shit, my Glocks matchin', bitch
I pull up, young bitch (Hol' up)
I'm on some stunna shit (Hey)
You a lame n***a (What?), we ain't worried 'bout shit (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout you, yeah, we ain't worried 'bout shit (Hol' up, huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Huh), let that choppa geek (Huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Bah), bet that choppa geek, yeah (Buh)
We gon' fuck these hoes (Yeah), we gon' make 'em freaky (Buh, slatt)
I'm gon' fuck these hoes, yeah (Buh), I'm gon' make her sticky (Buh, buh)

[Verse]
I'm gon' make her leak, yeah, I'm gon' make her geek, yeah
I'm gon' make her geek, yeah, now she waitin' on me, yeah
Diamonds on my links, yeah, VV's on my links, yeah
Double C's on me, yeah, that's Chanel bitch, yeah
I got a lick, bitch (What?)
I got my nails did (What?)
I got these hoes, yeah (Bitch, ayy, what?)
My money can't fold, bitch (What?)
I'm on some different shit (Bitch)
Watch your nose, bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, hol' up (Bitch)
Case closed, bitch, huh, yeah (Yeah, what?)
And we shootin' shit (Slatt, buh)
And we cookin' shit, yeah (Buh, buh, buh)
I'm a killer bitch, yeah, hol' up, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on that fashion shit, my Glocks matchin', bitch
I pull up, young bitch (Hol' up)
I'm on some stunna shit (Hey)
You a lame n***a (What?), we ain't worried 'bout shit (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout you, yeah, we ain't worried 'bout shit (Hol' up, huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Huh), let that choppa geek (Huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Bah), bet that choppa geek, yeah (Buh)
We gon' fuck these hoes (Yeah), we gon' make 'em freaky (Buh, slatt)
I'm gon' fuck these hoes, yeah (Buh), I'm gon' make her sticky (Buh, buh)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on that fashion shit, my Glocks matchin', bitch
I pull up, young bitch (Hol' up)
I'm on some stunna shit (Hey)
You a lame n***a (What?), we ain't worried 'bout shit (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout you, yeah, we ain't worried 'bout shit (Hol' up, huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Huh), let that choppa geek (Huh)
Pull up choppa, bitch (Bah), bet that choppa geek, yeah (Buh)
We gon' fuck these hoes (Yeah), we gon' make 'em freaky (Buh, slatt)
I'm gon' fuck these hoes, yeah (Buh), I'm gon' make her sticky (Buh, buh)