1:] All you is Nicki Minaj sons So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her She bend down I see her I make it she throw it back And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat But I got on racks on racks Pool at the W, take a puff and relax It's that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar out Order spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle But these fakes won't leave me alone Fake bag, ass and she beggin' for patron My credit making good, my money a loan And them you got on, pound sign
Basic I got a with me, she got a bitch with her And I ain't talkin' 'bout no bitch Beyonc, front on Who you to front on? And stunt on? You a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie Fake [?], fake So she a basic At the club all weekend, she trying to get But all I got is dick for a basic bitch
2:] So it off with your knock-off You give head to any nigga with his top off You the type I'd off, forget I ever met you you on Twitter, never BBM or text you Lookin' for the you, I just wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the looking for hoes Everything good off a couple bottles of rose Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of toes And paintin' a mental of you without all your clothes Have you ever a millionaire in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can by your avatar, you never had caviar Your friends can't go, you can't go, you don't a car But that weave hanging to your ass Bitch from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's You a bandwagon ho fo You up in every video off your clothes I thought I told you you wouldn't get far Melissa forgets, [?] mad at how Honda Accord is 2012 Range, now look how times You never get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, to move Daddy the King Gettin' dirty with my lil'