Okay, I gotta remember how to like, make it sound fire

Don′t even think, just don't even think of what you doing to it

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Big ass chain ′round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich

And I'on need shit but the dick

Big ass stack in this purse, so these niggas know I′m working

I′m holding this Glock in my Birkin

Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen

I'm really finna make another M

Now tell me how the fuck I′m in the wrong

If I don't want the nigga, and he still ain′t fucking with the bitch

I be working, I make moves in silence

Hoes might've never liked me, and I′m fine with it

Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy

I'll drop dead ′fore a broke nigga handle me

D′USSÉ, this rich bitch energy

Y'all lil′ hoes still drinking that Hennessy

Messy, and I'm sick of y′all trying it

Bitch got receipts, but ain't never finna buy shit (ah)

Sorry, hoes hate me ′cause I'm the "it" girl

I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl

Don′t call me "sis′", 'cause I′m not your sister

You really need to come and get your mister

Seeing all my opp's linked up in a picture

Everybody look busted, injured

Stalking my page, bitch probably wanna scissor

All in her mouth like I kissed her

I be working, I make moves in silence

Hoes might′ve never liked me, and I'm fine with it

Nasty, I′m a real nigga fantasy

I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me

D′USSÉ, this rich bitch energy

Y′all lil' hoes still drinking that Hennessy

Messy, and I′m sick of y'all trying it

Bitch got receipts, but ain′t never finna buy shit

Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit

Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit

Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em

Chains ain′t making no noise? They ain't big enough

Wyling on a boat, on an island

When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in

I got a nigga, but I don't need one

He fuck up, I′ma have my fun

Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse

Which one of y′all wanna go first?

Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me

I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike

Beefing? You just mad we ain′t speaking

And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleeping

Phoney, I don′t need no new homies

I'm the reason all my opps ain′t homeless, ah