text: I gotta shout my niggas out ,come on, come on, uh huh, yo, Hood$tarz in the motherfuckin house
  Nicki Maraj, Scaff Boogy, Loustar
  And my nigga 7up in the 700 truck now
  Yup, yup
  I sold a Benz wag
  And Im back with the saggin
  I ropes for—
  Yall bitches play paddy wagons
  Same girl from the block who use to jump rope
  Now I rock Malano pumps and stays in fur coats
  While yall hoes still tryna gas dudes for Prada
  Im tryna gain Donald Trump for like half of the plaza
  When its mink weather, catch mami in the Bahamas
  Sippin Bahama mamas out of coconut cups
  Every hoe on poles like Nicki ya flows sick
  Im so sickly 
  I dont know cause the girls so picky
  Look how the clothes fit me
  Goddamn Im so pretty 
  Now tell them hoes ta get off my shit, ya know?
  I run with them dudеs get off them Bricks, ya know?
  A quarter to 8 hе got off the six ya know, ya know? 
  Niggas wanna party bitches cant deny this chick
  Bill Gates aint got enough paper to buy this bitch
  You could catch me in the 5 or 6
  Slim waist hips banging through the Gucci stitch
  Never let these bitches ant me
  Always keep the 22 jammy
  Tuck em in the separate panties 
  Nicki ice creams French vanilla truck
  The butter pea-guts 2 hazel nuts
  Versace Suit when the heat be tough
  Hoes be hatin so I dont sleep too much
  Its all good niggas love me in the hood like nail salons
  Christian Dior too many bitches got Chanel on
  Im in the class by myself
  In the C-L cause 3 20s is bad for my health
  And I dont fuck with scrubs cause they bad for my wealth now