To all you bytch-made nikkas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fukk you is
You touch me, I'm at you
I know you motherfukkers didn't think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nikka
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money right
I got my money right now, now I want war
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