[Verse]
All these b**hes, mad I got my sack up
You ain’t go do nothing lil’ b**h you can back up
All these b**hes thinking they can f** with me
What is good? b**h I need some company
One deep, and you little b**hes under me
Hair done, nails done, b**h that’s everyday
Everyday I’m getting this cake
You broke I can’t relate
I tried to put you b**hes on
But it’s a little late
You was talking hella sh**
That chopper in your face
b**h you know your place
You can not f** with me
Have that n***a on my line
Then he stuck with me
Big b’s, big bands, b**h I’m bubbling
f** a friend, my Glock it be lovely
Just left my show and you hoes ain’t touching me
Always talking on the net don’t never do none
First the hundred, brazy b**h it gon’ bruise some
Call Molly Brazy, b**h she gon’ shoot some
Got the gang with me, b**h we gon’ rule some
Got my racks up, b**h you see them hundreds stuffed
Bad b**hes in the back they getting drunk as f**
Thick hoes, shaking a** b**h f** it up
Better watch your step cause you touch me you gon’ get touched
Now it don’t take much to get a b**h gone
Five bands on your head send you home
Late nights and we creeping til’ the morn’
Cuban baby, yeah I’m sitting on my throne
[Outro]
Now it don’t take much to get a b**h gone
Five bands on your head send you home