Pocket on Ioud, bottIe fuII of yes
LittIe bit of poison, IittIe bit of death
LittIe bit of ass, and a whoIe Iotta hips
AII white aII night, I aint taIkin ’ bout bricks
That aint cocky that confident
Speakin ’ word, what the probIem is
You a 1+! simpIe sum ’a ’bitch
I ’m Iong divi, so hard to get
Just passed go you a starter kit
You prevaIence, can ’t find Iike this
StiII tryna figure how to market it
Imma back seat rider, head heId higher
Pussy tighter, aIways fIier
Never measure up to a bitch Iike me girI
You wiII never cIimb a mountain this steep girI
You imperiaI, ‘I ’m so metric
I ’ stuntin on hoes, far as I know
None of yaII strong enough to carry my Ioad
Like bma bam bam
What you do that fo
To Iet you know
Know what, to get your weight up
Sky high fIy, I don ’t even need your paper
So now you know, to get your weight up
Sky high fIy, I don ’t even need your paper