(YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY!!) Let me see

Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see

I wasn't born last night

I know this hoes ain't right

But you was blowin' up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night, ooh

Nigga, that's that nerve

Why give a bitch your heart when she rather have a purse?

Why give a bitch your inch when she rather have nine?

You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time

I'm the shit, ooh - nigga, that's that nerve

You all about her, and she all about hers

Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos

And I done did everything but trust these hoes

CB, fuck with me!

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)

These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)

These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga's bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Got a white girl with some fake titties

I took her to the Bay with me

Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana

Rollin' up the Bob Marley I'm a Ra-sta

She wanna do drugs (drugs)

Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)

She wanna see a nigga trapped

She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)

Black girl with a big booty

If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)

We up in this club - bring me the bottles

I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man

That's a no-no girl

All this money in the air; I wanna see you dance

AUUGH! Rich young nigga; name got bigger

and my change got bigger so my chains got bigger

Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes

With the top down screamin' out Money ain't a thang!

Hah, me and CB in the Bay with her

Send her back home so you can lay with her

Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'

All these carrots[?] like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian

Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet

Rose rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check

Do it too good when she ride that dick (whoo!)

Man I wouldn't trust that bitch - NO! (Haha)

Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?

Baby show me something

When I call her, she gon' leave

And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat

Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?

Baby show me something

You just spent your ring on her

And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)