Listen I'm checking these hoes More than they getting paid at they job Like, the fuck? Check on a bitch like Nike Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Check on a bitch like Nike Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Hahahaha, brrr It's cold in here Got a pole case a ho get bold in here Got some ice, so it might get cold in here Can't lack, gotta bring my pole in here Ho, that ain't yo' nigga, so why you triggered? You let him hit 'cause he took you to dinner I let him hit 'cause he play with them triggers Homeboy be quick to go buss at them niggas Buss at them niggas, buss at them bitches Buss at them rats, buss at them snitches Just look at the sea, it's too many fishes So why would I stress 'bout a nigga? I get 'em gone, ta-da They sing along, la-la Blizzy gon' aim at his Matta Diddy boppin', do the cha-cha I think my prayers is working 'Cause I used to pray for a Birkin On God And I used to pray for that Prada I walk in the spot, and I'm throwing them dollars Make it rain, trick I got a friend named Reisha I got a friend named Alyssa If you got that gold, she a digger Every time I see her, she with a new nigga Like, what? Check on a ho like Nike Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Check on a bitch like Nike Flex on a ho like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Brick wall, waterfall Girl, you think you got it all, but you don't I do So move with that attitude Reese's Pieces Butter Cup Fuck with me, he fall in love Fuck with you, you hurt his gut Huh Hands on my knees, making it squeeze Act like you tough, yo, you ain't trying to meet Act like you tough, talk through the screen Send your location, you ain't tryna meet Yeah, I get down real dirty Real dark skin, real tall, real curvy Won't text back 'cause that nigga ain't worthy He see me winning, now he wanna hurt me I love who I am Know where I stand Know I'ma blow 'cause that's all I got planned Like, why you mad? I just be chilling Making my money, I'm handling business I don't throw shade, I just direct it You see me in person, you better respect it They love who I am, they always applaud me Late to the party, I need about forty Just don't go villain Drop down low, make her touch to the ceiling Why they be hating? I just be chillin' Broke boy, get the fuck out your feelings I'm focused on cash, swerve through the dash Flexing on bitches, I'm makin' 'em mad I got him simpin', I know that he's sad I'm still a chick that ain't none of them had My body golden, yes, I am chosen I got him praying like this is The Omen I tell him listen, he do what I told him I tell him listen, he do what I told him Check on a bitch like Nike Flex on a ho like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Check on a bitch like Nike Flex on a ho like Spike Lee Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner up, tell a ho come fight me Ya'll bitches don't wanna fight No, ya'll bitches don't wanna fight No, ya'll bitches don't wanna fight Y'all bitches couldn't fight to save y'all life