[Verse 1: Lola Monroe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On some real sh**, these b**hes ain’t f**in’ with me
These n***as is lames, and they can’t f** with me
Any rap b**h, with an issue come and get me
Picture that, come and get me
Damn I go so cold, these n***as all hot
And if your circle ballin, why these n***as off block?
Jockin’ a**, y’all knockin’ a**
I’mma hate on a n***a just stop and ask
Hate to see your body glow, like the police clothes
I’m a double o blow with your boxing a**
Ain’t no need for all that makeup, love you’re naturally a clown
If you worked on getting your paper up, you could gradually get down
All these b**hes screaming hustle, and they ain’t never seen one
b**h I hustle for a dolla, ’til I ain’t ever need one
Duck, duck goose, these b**hes, and make them take a seat
Cause judging from my bankroll, they should really take a plea
Bout to paint the Phantom pink the top off and ground get it
Baddest b**h in the game is what I’m is, and I’m gonna get it
[Hook: Courtney]
They be askin’ where I’m goin’
All this moneys what I’ve been showin’
From the bottom’s where I came
And I did it on my own
Ain’t nobody give it to us
Think about it every day
Y’all been f**in’ up the game
Y’all been f**in’ up the game
Y’all been f**in’ up the game
Y’all been f**in’ up the game
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How they spell ‘em, yeah they wanna get with L-O-L-A
Dana and the yellow bellies catch me in the yellow lambo
Talkin’ on the yellow celly, all about my deli, that the ham
You wonderin’ am I ’bout to k** this? Yes I am
Wiz told me get ‘em, hangin portraits for they headshots
Wake ‘em out they sleep, like they bed rocked
Where these dust buckets come from
Don’t know what these b**hes used to
But I got a couple questions for you cloned out new crews
Thought you f**in’ with us? Thought you f**in’ with us?
One more, really thought you f**in’ with us?
Never, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor… Gang
[Hook: Courtney]