High profile, gotta move with a few demons
If I don't do nothing else make sure the crew eating
I get up in them streets behind a few reasons
You in that outdated shit, I'm in the new seasons
I'm from the Bay, birth of the real player partners
Lookin for a trickin' n***a, if I spot him then I got him
Give a little conversation, make him give a couple dollars
Got some shit between my legs that'll make a n***a holla
Save all your wants and your needs for your mama
I'm a player ass bitch, a n***a know he can't get nada (none!)
If you got you a little (ya mean?) you better lock him
Better not show that n***a off to these little bitches, gotta watch him
Hoes mad I'm having bank, I'm having guap
Hoes mad cause I be everywhere they're not
Even if I gave you everything I got, imma still come out on top and be everything you not
I'm dolled up, giving everything its 'posed to
Man I hate to be the bitch to say "I told you"
Don't ask me about no n***a, shit he old news
I'm with my newest boo, we out eating at Nobu
I feel like Jada, n***as been all on my body
She a thottie, play the role of a Hollywood hottie
Tell them hoes they can't fuck with me 'fore yall get to talkin'bout me
I been cool but yall gon make me really bring that dog up out me
If it's smoke bitch leave it in the air
Or drop low, we can meet up anywhere
She big woke on them keys but really scared
And I went to Precious Hill Haircare for the hair
Pull up, jump out the 'Burban with the racks on me
I hate when punk ass security try to act phony
Like "who am I?" I'm that bitch, you better act homie
Matter of fact, just go'n head and take me through the back homie
Whole gang in the party and it's lit
This little n***a tryna holla, he was fine and lookin' fit
But I'm not on that type of tip, I told him "pardon me" and shit
But I can't fuck 'round with no n***a who be partying and shit
Cause I like the n***as motherfuckas can't get to
I like the n***as who ain't into what yall into
I like the n***as with a bag who gon' trick too
I like the ones who keep it real, ain't tryna trick you
Out in New York, I'm shopping in Times Square
The n***a just blew a bag on us, some matching Montclairs
Real deal, freak nasty, any time, anywhere
Like in the middle of the street, let errybody stop and stare
I hate a loud mouth bitch, pipe down
You better stop moving your lips right now
Could get it poppin' in this bitch right now
What about the n***a? Bitch I'm smoking him right now
These hoes don't know just how to stay up in they little place
Too much to lose but if it's needed I could pay another case, huh
Just know that I've been playing with too much paper
So every chance a bitch get know imma jam it in their face
Was gonna cut it out right there, but imma keep going
I'm gonna spit as long as this bitch keep flowing
Throwing dirt up on my name, but I just keep growing
Told all my hoeing ass bitches, n***a keep hoeing
I took some loses we ain't even finna speak on it
I ain't got time to weep on it, I just keep goin'
Thought she took the n***a from me, had to repo him
They see me shining on the gram, so they reportin'