Oh, yeah
Uh
(Malibu Babie, we can get it poppin')
Yeah
Big gun, big gun
(And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it)
Truth is bitches still be trippin' over my last nigga
Outta season, bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age with half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass (Mwah)
Fox fur draggin' on the floor, I bring the drama (Drama)
Fendi down, I'm the don feelin' like Monet Tejada (Yeah)
I don't even post niggas on my page, and she still checkin'
Put me on a island I get ate, like he meal preppin'
Comin' through with check, I swear these bands got me braggin' different
Fly me out the country, make my titties and my ass different
Diamonds acrobatic on my neck, they be backflippin'
Bitches think they badder, but they fried, they be catfishin'
Beatin' 'round the bush, all that bully shit is a gimmick (Gimmick)
Don't trip, 'cause if I decide to diss I'II be specific (Yeah)
I been countin' up this cash for hours, my money long (Long)
I don't need to be a princess (What?), I would rather be the don (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin' over my last nigga
Outta season, bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age with half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass (Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain, this ain't that (Nah)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks, ain't no tax (Tax)
I go platinum in my hood, could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence, and that's way before I rapped (Facts)
I'm shittin' on these bitches, need to put me in a diaper
I ain't really been feelin' none of these hoes that ya hyped up (Yeah)
In person, they energy ain't matchin' what they typed up (Uh)
Pistol whip and pop a pussy, bitch, don't get piped up
We ain't beefin', lil' ho, yeah, you just ain't rich enough
And for your birthday, yo' boyfriend bought you a party bus
Your nigga loose in my DM, he need to tighten up (Tighten up)
Bitch must not know who I am, needa enlighten her
Baby, pass that Don, I get neaky off the liquor (Liquor)
If I get that bottle, ho, you better watch your nigga (Get him)
If looks could kill, you know I'm drop-dead gorgeous
You Shade Room, you TMZ, you on-site, l'm Forbes list (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin' over my last nigga
Outta season, bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age with half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass (Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain, this ain't that (Bitch)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks, ain't no tax (Bitch)
I go platinum in my hood, could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence, and that's way before I rapped
Oh, yeah
Big don, bitch
