You know what the fuck it is...
It's that bitch, with the big titties from the Motor City
Yo,...
If you ain't got no haters you ain't poppin' n***a

[Chorus: Rico Richie]
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
I taught these hoes that Gucci, Louis, Prada shit..
Now I'm the one these bitches just ain't fuckin' with
I danced for a year, made a quarter mill..
You been dancin' 5 years, you still can't pay yo bills
I played my ex-n***a like a game boy
And I ain't gotta' say the name of that lame boy
He talking shit, but you know what's so sad
How I took his lil' money, why these n***as so mad huh?
Hoes hating on Kash, cause I'm poppin' talking shit behind my back
But askin' when the album droppin'...nah
Listen bitch I don't get down like that
You hoes talkin' bout' fiction, but I'm bouta' state the facts
You a basic ass bitch, with some basic ass clothes, got a basic ass job
Makin' basic ass pros
You and ya bestfriend shop at basic ass stores
Basically y'all ain't nothing but some basic ass hoes
Just copped a new crib a couple thousand square feet, heated floors so I walk around this bitch bare feet
And you still fucked up, It's fucked up where you live
And you still with that ham ass n***a and bad kids
See I move like a boss, you just tryna' stay alive
I don't need a car cause I fly, more than I drive
The baddest bitch out, KD is no other
Cinderella ass bitch, I'm your fairy boss mother
Kash Dolllllllll
[Chorus: Rico Richie]