It's Q Money ain't shit funny, bitch! [?] Christian Dior on my feet, shoes five hundred a piece, these bitches ain't cheap See me in public they try not to speak, these niggas be weak I'ma wolf and they sheep Dark tinted windows when I'm about to creep I'm on my shit I'm not missing a beat She ain't a hoe but she freaky for me She freaky for me Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Like Muhammad Ali Niggas be talking that extra to me What you spelling to me I ain't Akeelah the Bee Still ain't met a nigga fresha than me Still ain't heard a nigga better than me She know she ain't gon' find that nigga That beat that pussy wetter than me Ooh, redder than me Ooh, better than me Ooh, kill it my G Ooh, niggas ain't better than me I been a lil scrooge since I hopped out the womb I hop in my coupe, I pull up just like vroom Everybody know that boy Q got the juice She wanna fuck she keep sendin' me nudes I fucked her face now she got a loose tooth She got a loose tooth Bitch I might go pull up to my old school Just to go stunt on my principal Ten bands on my physical You fuck nigga be miserable Hop out the coupe and I hang out the roof Middle finger up I ain't fuckin' with you I get that money then I act a fool Take $30k and go sit by the pool I swear this money be changing my mood All of my bitches be sayin' I'm rude If you don't listen then you get the boot Bitch you get the boot Ooh ooh ooh shoot, you know it's cute Still ain't met a nigga fresha than me Still ain't heard a nigga better than me She know she ain't gon' find that nigga That beat that pussy wetter than me Ooh, redder than me Ooh, better than me Ooh, kill it my G Ooh, niggas ain't better than me