I thought I showed that I'm a savage, money on my mind, yeah I gotta' fucking have it
Ran down on a ho' now her career's in a casket (What's up bitch?)
These bitches is my sons and I ain't claiming no known bastards (Nope)
Rollie making moves now all these bitches wanna stare
And if they got a problem we gon' send 'em over there (Bye, bitch)
Call me city bus cause I'm taking all fares
Yo' nigga on my line cause he ain't fuckin' with no squares
Look, I thought I heard that a bitch want smoke
Gon' and put her in the field I bet that bitch gon choke
I'm a genie in a bottle, 'bout to grant yo' wish
She said she "Wish a bitch would" now her family a six
'Cause I'm sick and straight tired of them testing me
Wanna take my pride but can't compare to the best of me (Nope)
Watching all my moves trying study on my recipe
These salt and pepper hoes and even worthy of this legacy (Huhhh)
Plottin' on these bitches and I'm hoping that they step to me
Them tingles than you feelin' right now, thats the jealousy
Can't keep these handicaps off my back for the hell of me
They better count they blessings I ain't talking nothing heavenly (1, 2, 3, 4)
Yeah I'm on my fire shit, I'm hotter than some kerosene
Life is a game of chess, right now I'm the fuckin' queen
They say I'm killing every fucking scene thats why they always call me back
King Gutta ring, knock 'em out, then I count my stacks (Ding, ding)
Look, now I'm a big baller, when it come to bitches
I'm the proudest, its ova' if I get to fuckin' on yo' nigga
Ain't nobody pressin' me, I'm the teacher of this shit
Ass up, face down, assume positions in this bitch
Smack the ho' up in ha mouth, now she talkin' with a lisp
Keep my hair in all blue, 'cause I be fuckin' with them Crips
Make yo' nigga eat this pussy while I'm eatin' chicken strips
Big bitch, ain't nothing nice, glock out, let it rip, uh (Brrah)
I thought I showed that I'm a savage, money on my mind, yeah I gotta' fucking have it
Ran down on a ho' now her career's in a casket
These bitches is my sons and I ain't claiming no known bastards
Rollie making moves now all these bitches wanna stare ('Chu lookin' at?)
And if they got a problem we gon' send 'em over there
Call me city bus cause I'm taking all fares
Yo' nigga on my line cause he ain't fuckin' with no squares
(Bitch, money on my mind, yeah I gotta' fuckin' have it)
(Ran down on a ho' now her career's in a casket)
(Yeah, these bitches is my sons and I ain't claiming no known bastards)
(I thought I showed that I'm a savage)