[ Featuring Lakeyah ]
ATL Jacob, he a f*cking millionaire
Aye, broke bitch better lower her tone
VVS, yes, all in my stones
Every car no lease, I own
I don't stay with my momma, I'm grown
These hoes wanna play with my throne
Lil' bitch better watch her tone
I might pull up with the drumline,
Pull out the brass and blow the trombone
414 that's home
Nigga don't play, I run my zone
Signed no label, I don't need no loan
Hours and hours, my money is long
Post in the paint, I feel like Malone
Beefing bout' niggas, ain't something I condone
Since I was twenty, been up with them drones
I'm knowing they proud of me, I got it on
Okay, okay, okay I'm back with avengence
Bitch wanting beef, better stop, period
Just like the end of the sentence
In the bank I got perfect attendance
Through the back, I don't go through the entrance
You hoes be standing in line
You hating, but buying my tickets
Okay, okay, upgrade the Louie' I'm swapping my purses
All on my page, story, views
I see you jays, y'all always be lurking
I got the money, the power, respect,
The ice, the juice, you hoes be slupring
All of this water, it still ain't been touched
I feel like St. Thomas, this pussy a Virgin
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Bring out them racks today
I make a hundred a play
Yo' nigga still dreaming that he got a shot, huh, MLK
Okay, it's indisputable, Female Goat
I'm getting colder, Moncler coat
Killing these bitches don't show up for court
Bring me the hookah, I been with the smoke
Hoes tryna' steal my flow
Hoes tryna' steal my swag
You bitches broke as a motherf*cking joke
I look at you bitches and laugh
OKAY
