I just flew over to Paris to fuck me a bad bitch like Kamala Harris
Your eyesight must be bad, you need some carrots
Only repeat shit, uh, you must be a parrot
Quit playin' grow a pair, can't hang go over there
Got two hundred thousand on your neck
What you doin' spendin' all of that?
Smokin' dope, writin' checks, don't understand how you can flex
The other day, you was just broke
The other day, you was just poor
The other day, you was beggin' for more
Bitch, stop beggin' for more
Yeah, stop beggin' for more
Yeah, stop beggin' for more
Yeah, stop beggin' for more
Yeah, I was flyin', first class I looked down, saw your ass
The shit I just ate just cost more than you can comprehend
I told you I got them racks
Oh wait, I see it now
You was fake competing with me, better tap out
Callin' up the bank for loans
Your debt, can't even buy my house
If I had your girl, I would spend more on her
If I was in your booth, I would spit something harder
If I was in your shoes, I would walk a little farther
If I was you, bitch, I would be a better father
Talkin' shit real all you can do
I knew you were fake, I could tell by your shoes
Crawlin' over to the bank for some money
Crawl over to me, I'll throw your ass a penny
Yeah, I get stingy
Yeah, I don't burn through my money
I keep that shit on me, yeah
I just flew over to Paris to fuck me a bad bitch like Kamala Harris
Your eyesight must be bad, you need some carrots
Only repeat shit, uh, you must be a parrot
Quit playin' grow a pair, can't hang go over there