With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us I'm from the bronx, so there's no one I trust I don't love niggas, I just be in lust Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (grrah) Now I'm cool on a boat Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats Paint me a nigga that give bitches hope Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote Munchin' me down and say: It taste like water Do niggas foul 'cause I'm my mother's daughter Fine lil shit, and her money got taller Rappers ain't shit, I might fuck with a baller (baller, baller) Might fuck with a scammer Best of both worlds, like I'm hannah Montana Sold out show when I be in atlanta Tweaking together like ruler santana With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us I'm from the bronx, so there's no one I trust I don't love niggas, I just be in lust Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (grrah) Now I'm cool on a boat Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats Paint me a nigga that give bitches hope Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote Ayy, she wanna hold on my choppe She's by the hopper, she buy on the (krr) Yeah, mama hotter than lava She driving me crazy, I need her asylum Eat it up, eat it up, grab me, keep it up Don't slow down to your bust, like a nina No glove, oj, condom, no way Rolled up with her is the only way With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us I'm from the bronx, so there's no one I trust I don't love niggas, I just be in lust Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (grrah) Now I'm cool on a boat Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats Paint me a nigga that give bitches hope Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote (baby) When we going, put my gun in your bag My mama say she think that I'm a thug and she mad (hey) See, she tryna keep her shape right She been in the gym, they in love with her ass Addicted to it, she must be a drug 'cause she dead Married to the money, I'm in love with the cash Hating for a minute, niggas love when you crash (uh-huh) Put it on, it's fitted, it's a dub on his ass (yuh) Super fine shit Never been too friendly if you asked I probably wouldn't give a hug to your ass (nope) Let me put the ar with the drum in your bag (prr) Lacking like we in this bitch's love when we smash (smash, smash) With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us I'm from the bronx, so there's no one I trust I don't love niggas, I just be in lust Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (grrah) Now I'm cool on a boat Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats Paint me a nigga that give bitches hope Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote