I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nikka
I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nikka?
You nig, you nikkas ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bytches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me bytches"
Flossy bytches, Sergio Rossi, bytches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bytches!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my bytches
I'm so fukkin' rich I cop rides for my bytches
Dollar menu fries, apple pies, other bytches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bytches; bytches, my bytches
I need a nikka with some (Diff'rent Strokes) -- Todd Bridges
Shout out to my MAIN bytches and my side bytches
Need a nikka with some good neck -- ostriches
...My nikkas