Bitch, yeah, yeah Yeah, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch Yeah All of you niggas is broke, all of my niggas is rich All of you niggas is hoes, all of my niggas is sick Catch-catch a fuck-nigga, for sure, fuck on a fuck-nigga bitch Yeah, she on my dick on the low, catch her in traffic again Yeah, run off on niggas, get low, we ridin' around in a Benz Yeah, Dior on my legs, bad bitch, she gon' give me sex Yeah, fuck on that bitch in the car, no, she cannot get in my bed (get in my bed) No, no, she can't get in my crib She gon' lose her mind when she see how we live Young ass nigga in the back of the whip I'm in this bitch pistol packin' again I'm in this bitch, I'm with Backend again Again and again and again and again Remember my life changed, I was only ten My nigga old and this bitch popped a ten More money comin' in so I'm stackin it, man Cartiers on, see my life through the lens Cartiers on, see my life through the lens, uh Yeah, yeah, through the lens