text: If drizzy say get her, Ima get her
  I got that kind of money, make a broke bitch bitter
  I got that kind of, wait wait, fixate
  Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape
  That was just a keepsake, bought the president the louis
  Presidental briefcase, never been the cheapskate
  We got the hawks, I aint talkin bout the peach state
  Maann for peeps sake, scratch that, sweepstakes
  Fuck I look like ho, I look like yes and you look like no
  Ima bad bitch, I aint never been a mixed breed
  On a diet, but im doing donuts in a 6speed
  M6 in front of M2, I see alot of rap bitches on the menu
  But I collect a hunnit thou at the venue
  And pop bottles with my team, Young Money till the death of me
  I mean we cant even rock them shoes if it dont got a comma on the pricetag
  You know, I mean but then again, who looks at the pricetag you know