(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, huh I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy And I'm still poppin' these percs Lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freak enough, ayy Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Yeah, ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah She wanna stay the week I make her leave now, ayy Get higher, yeah, on the West side, yeah All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here I put some money off to the side, yeah Take a ride with me, yeah Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy) (Grra!) One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip But I would rather take a life before my my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama) So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' I was cooling out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money

Aye wanna make this beat Aye, aye, aye, aye I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw I'm a god when I die, they should put me on a cross When I hit the gas, fire flame comes out the exhaust Pussy niggas gamble with ya life, you gotta pay the cost Pussy nigga made a bet and his stupid ass lost Got the stupid ass chain, with the stupid ass cross He got one line to cross, knock his stupid ass off 26's on my rims and they brought this roochies Ride past, slow down for the hoochies Ridin' foreign whips, we ain't slidin' in no hoopties These rap niggas actors We pull up, shoot movies She wanna be my bitch but I treat her like a groupie These red VVS stones, these ain't no rubies These made my car look droopy Your bitch suck my dick in the back of the movies If you ain't get no money, they gon' treat you like a goofy Nigga fuck that rap beef Nigga come try to shoot me Tech nine don't get hot cause it got a coolant I'm hotter than a lot of these niggas cause I'm cooling Limited edition Gucci shoes, they don't make these I put 4G's on my whip cause I know them niggas hate these Got a Rollie on the right wrist, left wrist AP I dunk so hard on a bitch like I'm KD My drum hit so hard, it shakes trees We ain't in the same league, we don't get the same cheese We don't drive the same whips, we don't got the same speed We don't pop the same pills, we don't smoke the same weed We don't live the same life, cause you a broke nigga If I ever go back broke, I'm a poor nigga I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw I'm a god when I die, they should put me on a cross When I hit the gas, fire flame comes out the exhaust Pussy niggas gamble with ya life, you gotta pay the cost Pussy nigga made a bet and his stupid ass lost Got the stupid ass chain, with the stupid ass cross He got one line to cross, knock his stupid ass off 26's on my rims and they brought this roochies Ride past, slow down for the hoochies Lil Spanish bitch in the back giving coochie Don't fuck with opp niggas Turn the club into a movie Got two twin glocks Yummy tuck when I'm cooling No wild twitter beef Foe with me when we shooting I put 4G's on a mazi, got a hellcat with a red key 100 for this chain, lil nigga they don't make these Just hit a smooth lick, with keke Yup this big ass we fuck they don't see me We don't be on the same blocks, we don't tote the same guns Man these niggas put up I'm trying to live my life right, but love the AK Look, I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw

All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say, say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with 44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

My 15 minutes stretching some hours late Bring me 15 bitches, I'll make 'em salivate 15 milion right on my fuckin' plate BOA, 15 hundred just to feast safe 15 feeling like I won a sweepstakes 15-hour flights when I leave the states 15 thousand dollars on a bracelet Had to buy two, I had the jeweler going apeshit Old friends doing 15 to life I changed my situation with some pristine advice Name a rapper hot as me, I'm 15 times the hype My bank account holds 15 times your life 15 cars like I'm collecting those 15 Fashion Nova packs, I'm collecting clothes Fan love 'cross the map, getting X and Os 15 bodyguards in my section, closed 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen 15 bad bitches, send a UberX 15 bitches mad I get uber checks 15 hunned Bhabies by the mosh pit Rap star, living life for my rock shit Like a pop shift, 15 in the Glock, bitch Think you hot shit? Get you 15 knots, quick That's a lump sum, sweaty bitches Trump dumb 15 shots to that head, I get 'em punch drunk 15 milli stalking that IG So why in the fuck would I need a ID? Hoes looking thirsty, get on my IV Voice of the new generation, you can't deny me Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready 15, Black Mamba, shit gon' be so deadly (Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready Bust 15 tons, this shit is so heavy) 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen

Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Yeah, my nails pink But my hunnids blue (Hunnids blue) Runnin' in these threes To these W's (Runnin', bitch) And I might let you chill if I fuck with you I don't wanna meet ya mama, I ain't cuffin' you 60 a show (60 a show) Look at this dough, look at this Back of the Ghost, that's how I roll I'm on some whole other shit Diamonds colored like a Rubix cube My name Bhad Bhabie, bitch Who is you? Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up I'll one night ya (Night) I might taste it if I like it, I won't wife ya (Wife) Pull up Viper (Viper) All my jewelry the right one Ballin', I go Mike Jordan Get head while I'm recordin' On FaceTime, won't record me 60 for a show, I'm important All my spots got glass windows (Yeah) Still got snow like December She want snow, no December I'ma go slow, go deep in her Runnin' through checks, they keep appearin' I don't get scared, I'm God-fearin' New G-Wagon, I barely steer it Paid all cash, don't do leases Yeah, I'll hit a bitch Leases (Pew, pew, yeah) Bought it all cash (Mothafuckin' ballin') And I'm just fuckin' with 'em Just fuckin' with 'em Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) Don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna, with my feet up

M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Apeshit, new shit, spaceship, coupe shit Came with two whips, deja vu shit Still got a lot of them bands (Bands) Still got a lot of them mad Old bread, new drip, fake hoes, new tits They called, who this? Stank lips sink ships Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, bitch) Yeah, you can drop it but it ain't gon' sell (Sell) My shit hittin' like the NFL (Ho) Tinted 9-11 so I don't see 12 (Nope) Stay with the K so I don't take L's (Bitch) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Young bitch, rich bitch, rude bitch, new bitch AK, two clips, same gang, who switched? Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, ho) You a dub, bitch, dumb bitch, old bitch, ho bitch No bitch, broke bitch, stay back, no flicks (No flicks) Just got a crib for the fam (Bitch) Still tell the jet when to land (Land, bitch) Still choke a bitch like MMA Sellin' out arenas like the NBA (Bitch) Can't tell me shit like an NDA Tell the Forbes List that I'm on my way (On my way) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)

I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look these hoes be fake flossin' Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww) These hoes be fake ballin' Tax money that shit won't last (bye) These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe) These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra These hoes, they wake up, they beggin' On the Gram, they be fake flexin' (why you lyin') These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww) They mattresses be on the floor (haha) These hoes, they wake up they messy They runnin' they mouth, they so petty (petty) These hoes, they feed off attention (yup) Zero time, that's what I give 'em I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These hoes be lackin', see me in the back They talk all this shit, but don't say it in person Won't catch me off guard on no boulevard Foreign car, and my driver my guard Water, water drippin', come take a peak You in trailer hoe, bitch you can't compete I'm riding solo don't need no one but me Run up a check, yeah we runnin' the streets Red cup? No it ain't Kool-aid Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah) One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha) Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow) These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch) I'm in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch) Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look Mando Fresh

Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em From the corner to fame and fortune Yeah, I see both of em Tallahassee and Calabasas Got cribs in both of em Did this shit all on my own so I don't owe nothing Call Rihanna and Ariana Yeah, I know both of em Got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates I give bitches both numbers Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes No one cares 'bout both of em It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Chevy candy coated And the matte floorin' Lil baby, cherry red And the other golden Everybody on my Gram since I went public Don't be callin' me fam No we not cousins Find her with my body guard No I don't tote nothing I ain't snitchin' to the troll No, I don't know nothin' Took the number one spot They act like I done stole something Ugly and you washed up Yeah, bitch, you both of em (Bitch, you both of em) Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em