Grr, run it up Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on) She tryna fuck sumn All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking You finna leave with yo' back blown Yeah he callin' my shit like (Huh?) Let me pick it up, let me hear right (Hello?) I done went ghost, now he all alone (Bye) Bet he tryna see what that P like I told that nigga, "Speak to them greenlights" I can't stop until I hear a moan We get together, don't answer the phone (Put it down) They be trippin' like, baby, we grown Baby, we grown They sayin' "Yo' bitch perfect" (Hello?) You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin' Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face Okay, I just been holdin' my weight And believin' a bitch tryna eat off my plate Okay, try and cross me, I'ma give you a taste He wanna save a ho, give him a cake I know these hoes wanna be me Blue face bands to the bank, I'm a Keykey Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky (Ooh) Ayy, white toes, Malasian on a bundle He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda I just wake up and think about the hundos I can go back and forth with a nigga that's fine But it ain't no love in this bitch (No love) How 'bout when J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit I always knew I would be rich I came from the bottom now I'm at the top of they list I tell a ho she can dip yeah (Bye) Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip He wanna go on a trip When I hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt Callin' my shit like Let me pick it up, let me get right Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit like Let me pick it up, let me get right I fucks on ho's, no problem These all black pumps got red at the bottom Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn But I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn) Ain't no competition, I'm lookin' the bomb and you fit the description Clutch on my wrist, watch how it glisten It's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bang) Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on) Seven-figure talk just to fuck with the big Don (Yeah) I pop shit, do my big ones, take a ho salary, ice out my left arm (Ice, ice) Tell a ho, "Google me," I been that girl, this attention ain't new to me Shorty, stop tweetin' and won't say my name (Pussy) Put an at on it since I don't do ambiguity Bitches is blowing respectfully I say what I want and ain't nobody checkin' me Why would you watch me from fake pages? (Huh?) Admit it, lil' bitch, you hig key obsessed with me Rich bitch status, you know my swag is Iced out diamonds, low mein jackets I'm the biggest, should put me in Guiness I broke the record for shittin' on bitches Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on) She tryna fuck sumn All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking You finna leave with yo' back blown Trina Callin' my shit, I'm like, "Hold on" (Hold on) I ain't in the states, let me periskin swipe down Gettin' fucked on Making your nigga wine and dine me til them racks gone A bad ass bitch with a stroke like a wrist Since I hopped off the porch I been that bitch She say she hotter, she don't exist Naan bitch standing next to this uhh I'm hotter than lava (Yeah) Let's keep it real, bitch, I been a problem She doing the dash, she back in her bag And all that she after is comma's She don't do the drama (Nah) Stay in your lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona I don't do the rappin', gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma Smell the aroma Can't breathe bitch 'cause I'm fuckin' ammonia Then the pneumonia Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her Then do a quickie Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey Give him a hickey while he up in me And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me Callin' my shit like It ain't no love in this bitch Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit like It ain't no love in this bitch I done went ghost, now he all alone Bet he tryna see what that P like Tell that nigga he can dip