Look, we gettin' money We spendin' money There's june money and decemeber money Theres summer money and winter money Cold-co-co-co-cold Clothes on top of clothes I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes Whatchu know bitch I'm on. And can't nobody turn me off And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my God He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow Blond but please don't think I'm dumb I'm getting to this bread [?] Where's there grey poupon These dudes is on my jock Everytime I come you would think I was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me I can make you go I can make you move I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do. I walk in they like hello hello hello, I walk in they like hello hello hello Fuck you bitches You ugly bitches You stupid bitches You dusty bitches Don't touch me bitches whoa Whoa whoa whoa No no no no no You're not on my level You're not even close These are ferragamo baby What the fuck are those? Since you sniff pussies and cry baby Go and blow your nose Bitch I'm on And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom What I'm on I swear these bitches not This pussy two times. Twat, twat Pussy two more times is exactly what he got After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap I'm talking racks on top of racks And stacks on top of that He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad I can make you go I can make you move I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do I walk in they like hello hello hello I walk in they like hello hello hello