How the fuck y'all hoes winning Y'all ain't even got a check (aye) Diamonds on my chain got a check on my neck (yah) No not a doll you a rat, that's a fact I say that in all disrespect Money on my mind, I grind for my niggas And he say, he fucking with me I ain't got time for these niggas Y'all be lying to these niggas Lying in them songs and them bitches Weak as hell ain't even worth lying on Got guns a lot of those We leaving a lot of hoes These hoes I'm tired of those I leave em like adiós That choppa gone send him home I'm wit it they right or wrong They can't go play his role You ain't never played with them rows So I'm told y'all hoes gone shake some But y'all don't, what y'all on? Y'all hoes ain't on shit y'all just broke Oh you broke? Bitch how you broke and you grown? (what the fuck) No not a boss You a worker and the type of life I live'll probably scare the average person I ain't purpin ion see it in person than it Ain't worth it this shit got right here have yo old hoes lurkin Got a new nigga bout to quit him it ain't workin They don't do shit when they see me they be nervous This ain't fall out the sky I had to earn it and them breeches I'll burn don't give a fuck bout who deserve em yeah we slide on bitches Personal just business 'Cause shit'll get like that I ain't lying we wit it Bitches be lying on my head They be lying to kick it Like how I be on y'all mind I just be minding my business That package pending bitch we did a lot of stackin Y'all ain't do shit but a lot of rappin When you tired of losing bitch come holla at me Everybody eatin I get that ball ain't gotta pass it This our shit, this ain't shit somebody handed us I ain't ask for bands but walk around this bitch banded up Five bands I ain't got a job still ran it up Bitches mad at us slide get yo shit matted up