[Verse]
Yeah, got a lot of fucking paper in my hand, but it still won't cut it
Said she got a lot of fucking paper in the bank, why she move so budget?
Said he wants to take me out to dinner, meet his mother but I ain't on loving
So I tried to take him to the crib and show him something but he ain't on nuttin'
Said she don't like me if she beefing me on Twitter but she ain't on scuffing
They're all like "Nadz don't get it twisted, she's hard" I'm like "Easy does it"
We caught her in the dance, cut her one, two, one, two shape no clubbing
Feds pull me in say I was an eyewitness but my lips weren't budging
Said she in the trap but she don't know
Said she in the flats but she don't know
Thinks she's been about it 'cause they made her grow something
Roll with couple bitches that are known to hold grudges
Skrt in the whip, Tiptronic, no clutching
Skrt from the bitch, that's the ends, don't touch 'em
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes so get running
'Cause I'll catch you on your ones, two twos ain't on nuttin'