[Verse 2: Iffat Cocaine]
Go so hard they call me a lineman
Running to your b**h, and I have her doing lines then
Tag on my wrist that's a shiny watch
Tag on your toes, got sprayed by a Glock
So many hoes, don't even know they names
Models and strippers and hookers on pay
Too much money, I had to move out
New crib so big, won't ever have me shout
Walk up in the club, this, b**hes call me papa
Nutted in that b**h, now her kid call me papa
I am not his father
b**h you are a liar
Slapped him on the head
Now he call me Iffat YAYA