I might not keep up the rhyme
I'm the type of nigga who fuck your bitch
Then I shit on you
Lotta niggas don't like to spend they money

We love to spend our money
We can't take none of this shit with us
We do this
Yeah, we doin' this, huh

Gettin' some money, we doin' this, huh
I don't do no wrongs
I'm so tough, might call my bitch and tell her we up
Tell her we up

Yeah, tell her we up
Tell her we up
Okay, tell her I'm up
Yeah, tell her I'm up

Yeah, tell her I'm up
Yeah, tell her I'm up
What do you need from me
Gettin' my money, I'm keepin' so quiet

I'm the type of nigga who fuck your bitch
Then I dip
Bought a Dior, Cologne, steppin' a party
Nigga, I smell so good

Look at my diamonds they shinin' on you
I'm the light, I'm takin' your bitch, keepin' a pole
On your head, keepin' it tight
Ten feet down, nigga, you down