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[Verse 1: Stunna Girl & BandGang Jizzle P] I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers I be breakin' them pockets of all the real money makers You a lil' nigga, you be beggin' for shit Nigga, I'm boss status, baby, this some regular shit I ain't never in my life beg for shit I dog walk shit, then I'm passin' through the clique Well-known nigga in my city, I'm the shit Just touched back from Cali, now I'm chargin' for this dick And I'm chargin' for this clit, nigga, run me my hundreds But you's a broke boy, how I'm way out your budget? I'ma keep you around even though I'm out your league 'Cause your chump-change ass sometimes be payin' for my weave Ayy, Jizzle P, that's my name, and you know I keep a check But I ain't spendin' shit and you gon' still throw it back 41 caught her eyes while I'm pullin' out her tracks (BandGang) We kicked her to the curb for talkin' crazy out her neck [Verse 2: BandGang Javar & Pretty Brayah] Bitch, I ain't 'bout to trick on you Penny pinchin', I ain't 'bout to spend a cent on you I send my hoes in the store while I sit back watchin' They bring that chicken back like they went grocery shoppin' Naw, nigga, you know what's up and you ain't on shit And every time you get this pussy, you be on dick If I decide to show my ass, bitch, you gon' lick And since you talkin' big crazy, suck your own dick Comedians, y'all be sayin' the silliest shit You got some nerve askin' me to give you a slip If you was on fire, I wouldn't stand by you and piss So what make you think I care if you behind on the rent? Nigga, behind on what? I ain't behind on shit And all them hoes that you fuckin' probably burnin' the dick Talkin' heavy, knowin' damn well you cum too quick Eat my ass, lil' nigga, you ain't good for shit [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] See, I love when these hoes get to talkin' all rowdy Sharin' them lil' bags and they nigga's Rollie cloudy Me, I count a check and then my jeweler just drown me Gold presidential 41, that's what crown me Bitch, you got some nerve out here fuckin' with the help But talkin' to me crazy, wearin' that fake-ass belt Disrespectin' me, that's what get a bitch dealt Pimp smackin' ain't dead, I'm puttin' bitches on the shelf [Verse 4: Pretty Brayah] And I love it when niggas flex, I'm that bitch with them bands Braggin' 'bout a Rollie that belong to your mans I dare a pussy nigga raise his motherfuckin' hands I'll cock this bitch back and leave a nigga where he stand Ride his face while he layin', belt fake? Bitch, you bought it On any given day, I throw this ass, you would've caught it Let you lick it on my cycle, actin' like you didn't like it Bitch, your tongue was my tampon, nigga, blow me if I'm lyin' [Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P] Bitch, you know better than that I'll make you tap out like a wrestlin' match Call animal control, I be abusin' the cat Bitch, who you know can fuck you better than that? I'll have that bitch runnin' out sprint for me You couldn't even fuck her off Hennessy Heard my old hoes been sneak dissin' me If you ain't tryna fuck, don't say shit to me [Verse 6: Stunna Girl] I don't take orders from no nigga I'm just a better version of a gold digger He gon' rub my feet, he gon' take me out to eat He gon' blow a bitch phone up, but I still ain't gon' speak Niggas weak, every day of the week, I'm on fleek Every day of the week, I'm on fleek Pull up on my other nigga and wake him out his sleep He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon' creep [Outro] BandGang (BandGang) BandGang (BandGang)