Yeah, it's a couple bad bitches that I fucked I wanna spin the block on Niggas hatin' on the music till it play and then they say: He got songs, yeah Yeah, I know, bitch I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, huh Huh, they know I'm passionate about the music If it was about the money, then they know I wouldn't do it I'm raking in them M's, crackin' jokes with my influence I put your hoe on film, turnt her up, and then she blew it, okay Ain't flying in Econ', unless the seats gone Be a cold day in hell if I do a free song Want a bitch to know that I ignored her, read receipts on I nickname her Dora, I explore her, turn her freak on Bought my mama a G-Wagon on her birthday, same day I don't give a fuck what a lame say When I pull up on them, they walk backwards like the Nae-Nae Forty-seven hoes, CapHouse, we got AK's, what Ain't no niggas gettin' in, this an all girls party Had a meeting in the morning, fucked around and I was tardy Popped a pill like it's candy, I be turnt off of smarties I don't hit hoes raw, cause they already canceled Maury I ain't got time for no confusion I smack her on her ass, she woke up with hella bruises And Kiki got an attitude then I'ma call up Susan I don't discriminate on race, that two-percent will do it A hunnid M's don't seem impossible A billion dollars don't seem impossible What's a real nigga to a little obstacle? Beat cancellations every month, I'm unstoppable, okay Yeah, it's a couple bad bitches that I fucked I wanna spin the block on Niggas hatin' on the music till it play and then they say: He got songs, yeah Yeah, I know, bitch I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, okay Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah