[Chorus]
You think it's sick, I know (I know)
I been that bitch, I know (I know)
We don't wanna know yours, no
No, no, no, no

[Verse ?]
They be actin' like, they be gettin' dough (No)
Only question is what you pull up broke for? (Why do that?)
They be actin' like, they done got the bag (No)
Pff, oh, yeah, alright, how the hell your pockets flat? (Man, how the hell?)
Uh, uh, y'all ain't really got that guap
Y'all ain't really got that stack, no (Mm)
Y'all ain't got the camera in the plate
Looking at you when the car back-back, hold up (Hoo)
Y'all ain't got a stone on your wrists
Y'all ain't got the same in your fists, hold up (Oh)
I would never do it like that
And I bet you can't do it like this, no (Sheesh)

[Chorus]
Shot the beat and hit the floor (Ay)
What it's hitting for? (Yeah)
Copped a cotton candy mink
I live in Cali though (Wooh)
You think it's sick, I know (Mm)
I been that bitch, I know (Yeah)
Lost some Ben Franks 'long the way
But I don't miss 'em though
[Outro]
Hell, nah
Bitch, no
Girl, you broke
We don't want chumps, no
Hell, nah
Bitch, no
Girl, you broke
We don't want chumps
Hell, nah, fuck, nah
Bitch, no