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

[Verse]
They be acting like, they be getting dough (No)
Only question is what you pull up broke for? (Why do that?)
They be acting like, they done got the bag (No, pff)
Oh, yeah right, 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 snow 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)
Drop the beat and hit the floor (Ay)
What it's hitting for? (Yeah)
Copped a cotton candy mink
I live in Cali though (Wooh)
[Chorus]
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