[Verse 1] And I ain't got no money I got time for it And I ain't got no power Got to move forward I have this backpack And it ain't no Goyard I have this snapback Screamin' "Love to New York!" My b**h she so bad You don't even know it Your b**h she so fat Everybody saw it Fake Hermes belt Everything she got Damn, you got all the things That I've not! b**h, you ain't got no life So come on here and get it Me and my crew be cold as ice Go on f**ing spell it D to the C To the O To the C To the B Biaaaatch We on a telly VMA's and yeah it's Grammy's Everyday be poppin' Henny's Got some plans So f**ing many All this sh** be worth a penny Yeah Sometimes being honest Is something most awkward And I keep all the things In the secret Them networks They made me so sick And y'all got no rights To f** with my clique And y'all got no time For money I did I did Admit The fact When if you receive You need to turn back All 'em haters be wack All 'em haters be so weak Yeah They ain't got no love for us So why we do this thing They ain't got no money for us We ain't got no time X3 I'll never be the same again X8