text: Yo
  I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
  On my life, man, fucks sake
  If I did, Id ménage with em
  And let em eat my ass like a cupcake
  My man full, he just ate
  I dont duck nobody but tape
  Yeah, that was a setup
  For a punchline on duct tape
  Wo-wo-wo-worried bout if my butt fake
  Worry bout yall niggas, us straight
  Th-these girls are my sons
  Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
  When I walk in, sit up straight
  I dont give a fuck if I was late
  Dinner with my man on a G5
  Is my idea of a update
  Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
  Big titties, big butt too
  Fu-fuck with them real niggas
  Who dont tell niggas what they up to
  Had to show bitches where the top is
  Ri-ring finger where the rock is
  The-these hoes couldnt test me
  Even if their name was Pop Quiz
  Bad bitches who I fuck with
  Ma-ma-mad bitches we dont fuck with
  I dont fuck with them chickens
  Unless they last name is Cutlet
  Let it soak in
  Like seasoning
  And tell them bitches blow me
  Lance Stephenson
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side, only
  Yeah, I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
  But when thats over, then Im first in line
  And the other day in her Maybach
  I thought, Goddamn, this is the perfect time
  We had just come from that video
  You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
  She was sitting down on that big butt, but I was still staring at the titties though
  Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
  I been peeped that you like me, you know?
  Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
  I mean, it doesnt take much for us to do this shit quietly
  I mean, she say Im obsessed with thick women and I agree
  Yeah, thats right, I like my girls BBW
  Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
  Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
  Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
  Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
  The NBA players fuck with you
  The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you, oh
  Thats cause I believe in something, I stand for it
  And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck
  Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
  Pinkprint
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky 
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side, only
  I never fucked Nick and thats fucked up
  If I did fuck, shed be fucked up
  Whoever is hittin aint hittin it right
  Cause she act like she need dick in her life
  Thats another story, Im no story-teller
  I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
  All my goons so overzealous
  Im from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
  Calendar say I got money for days
  I squirm and I shake, but Im stuck in my ways
  My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
  They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
  My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
  Dont have my money? Take mothers instead
  You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
  Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
  Im talkin bout runnin in houses with army guns
  So think about your son and daughter rooms
  Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
  Aint thinkin bout your son and daughter rooms
  This shit is crazy, my nigga
  I mean brazy, my nigga
  That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
  Blood gang, take the b off behavior, my nigga
  For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
  I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
  Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you dont
  Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
  Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
  17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
  My story is how I went from poor me
  To please pour me a drink and celebrate with me
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Young Mula, baby!
  Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side, only1.9K