Let's play big bank take little bank

You are looking at a shark in a fish tank

When I'm in the kitchen

I make plenty cash

Tell shawty come here

She got plenty a**

Yeah I love them strippers

In my foreign car got the trunk by the engine

So when I back back

I'm fronting on you n***as

Yeah I love them strippers

First I back back Louie back pack

Where's Paris Hilton Where's Kat Stacks

I'm round four with this ammunition

My camo come from Tru Religion

Them broke hoes can't pay attention

Your cutie missing New Edition

Mr Telephone Man

There's something wrong with my line

When I call my baby's number

I get a click every time

Every line is d**e you can snort it

Working in the pot I can make you do aerobics

I'm haterphobic they mad cause I'm winning

They busy high and catching

Mad cause I'm pinching

All my b**ches different

All my diamonds glistening

My w**d so loud everybody listen

They say it's for the birds

So I bought a kilo

My Boost Mobile chirping

It must be my amigo

2 Chainz You F**kin' Crazy

Motherf**kas know I'm F**kin' Crazy

F**k wrong with these b**ches lately

B**ches better get on they knees and praise me

B**ch I rep that Rich Gang

Where's Stunna Where's Wayne

That's red on my wristband SB Mack Maine

Tell Tyga lookin for this b**ch called Blac Chyna

Take a ni**a b**ch in a hot flash

Metapause hot flash

Yes that's why I'm crowned Queen

And I ain't looking for the Prom King

These hoes' career's ain't promising

Killing these b**ches crime scene

Oooh that's how a b**ch do it

Fifty black trucks gon' follow when I pull up

Dick sh*t hit you in the chin like a pull up

My door so cocky my door so stuck up

Oooh hop up out the space car

B**ches stay pressed I call them a spacebar

Man I wish a b**ch would

Hundred-thousand dollar engine

I wish a b**ch could