Ugh, c'mon let me show ya how it go down When you get three of the illest bitches Together on one track And we all got attitudes I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist A hundred in the clit' blastin' What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo? Alias Chyna White, Gangsta Boo on my right And Mia X to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up 44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up Tear the club up, feel me uh I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit Only one bitch put it down like this See this shiny ass shit on my wrist See them shiny ass shoes on my six And I know y'all know them thug ass do to my clique When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular We 5-7 droppin' ya It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) A certified hairdresser Mama Mia Known on the streets for drama When my bitches meet some heat they call Mama And I'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way But it ain't always gotta be about the gun play I gots to say for real My right and left Aka Dumb Hoe Beaters Black sizin' while his jaws, y'all know Mia A street bitch 'bout street shit They ain't no attitives in this bitch I live this raw dog To all y'all backstabbin', two face motherfuckers Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers I buy the ruckus aye' day whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew 'Cuz my clique's all true True niggas, true game, true paper Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it Take the shit outside or start it in the club now Y'all gon' tear it up then I'm ma shut the bitch down I just wanna show them I just wanna show them Die bitches, everywhere you go Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years C'mon I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined Got them bitches mad 'cuz your niggas is all mine So, I guess that means I'm just the shit Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak Watch I'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass Go down, infra red on your monkey ass Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do? Your Power Ranger crew scared of us We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker And give her the damn thangs I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I just wanna show them I ain't no bitch I just wanna show them Real bitches don't die

All up n ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, the beat is excruciating Your libel to find me up in an old school, Zeniths and Daytons Scooting and skating, beating and quaking, waking up the ave With a yellow bone the same complexion as a cab Money on my agenda ever since I came out the placenta, blowing and puffing on this indicia I'm a movie, I'm a cinema, motion picture gold figure 7 figure nigaa Just because I rap, don't think I won't squeeze the trigga' Not a barber but I pack an extra clippa' Put you in your place Send a couple of crash dummies, open up your face I'm addicted to this fast money rushing like a race Fuckin' around with the baking soda not the toothpaste I'm a do it till it's doomsday, till the day I'm sentenced In the meantime in between time, speak your money into existence Speak your money into existence, talking it up Man you gone live a long time, that's what's up Yea, all up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, first off, we the opposite of soft We let it get twisted like fingers crossed We stay smoking like bad exhaust Broccolini, Zucchini, aviation, vegetation Broken English, distinguish E40's translation Protection my weapon of choice, magical Walther ppq m2, tactical I like guns with bolt action Like Mossberg So intruders, they'll get what they deserve Everybody in my platoon in a tycoon for sure Trips to Jamaica, vacation buy up the top floor I got ears, I be spitting [?] bitch Wordsmith got a cold sales pitch I can sell paper to a tree, water to the sea, snow to Tahoe, chips to Bellagio Fuckin' Halle Berry's on my bucket list I'll stick my tongue in her pussy lips All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up All up in their ear like, bamboo Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bitch Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp See I be hood [unverified] But the only cheese I ever had was from the goods And man that was divided among [unverified] brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't [unverified] get the gat from one of my [unverified] On the tough, Uncle Bruce [unverified] Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chicken heads squash through my hood with good intentions But always end up sparkin' antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth Hey, hoe (Hey, hoe) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin' to the rules and regulation ship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's [unverified] and biscuit What about the Midwest? The Midwest, dey just love to kick it Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin' for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin', paper chasin', poppin' collars Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin' I ain't no captain at the bar, signin' autographs on napkins Ball 'til we have it all, bartender talkin' about "Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that [unverified] If we don't get no mo' [unverified] throw glasses at that Moesha fag And I'm walkin' up out the do', step stuck and stutterin' Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarrassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby, pull my coattail and just Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good)

Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Uh, you the baddest in the building You look like you should have my children Pretty face, small waist (small waist) Big tits, dumb cakes (dumb cakes) Where the fuck yo nigga at I don't see him nowhere around this bitch That nigga clown he broke I'm rich I'm having my money I'm having my bread I'm having my paper I'm having my chips He stay at at the motel six I stay at the Ritz My dick got replay value His needs some help He getting bad reviews-yelp She staring at a nigga I ain't talking steps Tell a nigga get to stepping you found someone else I'm hella high right now, whiskey, twisted, and I'm lit Give it to me, throw it at me, I don't need a catcher's mitt Whachu got? You got yams (yams) You follow me on Instagram? I tell you what Meet me where it's at, all black Twenty-one plus I be winning Blackjack Hold the fuck up No I ain't stuck up I just like my guys like my shoes Ya know, loafed up Going with that bro stuff I be on the go-go Do some tricks with a nigga Leave him hanging like a yo-yo I ride the ride too I wasn't built for a photo I be off that Earl Stevens, I be leaning like a photo Hold on (40 water) I just got a call from her man Little rascal, alfalfa Got a frog in his pants I'm like ribbit I don't fly spirit No I ain't no dolce(?) but I hustle like I'm dancing One door is tinted, roll it down, see a glint snow(?) Money make me cum Hundred thousand in my penny jar I ain't got it in me They ain't fucking with me Get rich or die trying That ain't really fucking fit me Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you Ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you

Party goin up like a airplane ... Cause im wasted yee bitch (4)