I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch, aye, she ain't shit
Chef Woes teach you how to whip it, it's all in the flick o'da wrist
Made all them hits, but I can't drop the rap game lame as shit
Soon I get rich I'm goin' golfin', start getting paid to hit
All these rap niggas trash, man, these niggas get paid to miss
Lately I been in my bag, you can go ahead and save the bitch
Aye, soon as I get that pack, I'm gon' pay to sip
Aye, and soon as I get my racks, I'm gettin' a major kit
Aye, put the lame hoes to the side, they just wasn't made for this
I be geeked up all the time, she said, let's get faded then
She asked me what my sign is, I told her it's the dollar one
All black all the time, I'm startin' to look like Prada, son
With me, you always safe you know we got, like, all the guns
Niggas think they winnin' the race, it's sad I already won
I ain't finish the song, but it's already done
Tell these rap niggas guard me up
My wrist bout a 42, and he gets all the love
Too turnt, Too turnt, Too turnt, Too turnt, bitch, I'm TNT
Eyes red behind these cartis, I can't see in these
Rich bitch she know I got it, we speak gwoponenes
You ain't got it all next time, then you can't shop with me
Ran off on my prod, bitch, I robbed the beat
Aye, these niggas ain't got no sauce, so they gon' copy me
I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch, aye, she ain't shit
Chef Woes teach you how to whip it, it's all in the flick o'da wrist
Made all them hits, but I can't drop the rap game lame as shit
Soon I get rich I'm goin' golfin', start getting paid to hit
All these rap niggas trash, man, these niggas get paid to miss
Lately I been in my bag, you can go ahead and save the bitch
Aye, soon as I get that pack, I'm gon' pay to sip
Aye, and soon as I get my racks, I'm gettin' a major kit