[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' n***a, you be beggin' for shit
N***a, 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 n***a 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, n***a, 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, n***a, 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?
N***a, 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' n***a, 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 n***a'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 n***as flex, I'm that bitch with them bands
Braggin' 'bout a Rollie that belong to your mans
I dare a pussy n***a raise his motherfuckin' hands
I'll cock this bitch back and leave a n***a 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, n***a, 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 n***a
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
N***as weak, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n***a and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon' creep

[Outro]
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