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Uh, Cee

Bitch, uh

Remember I ain't had no money, tell 'em bitches I got racks, nah

I was bein' humble, now I don't know how to act, nah

Snuck up in the club with a snub and funk her pad out

I'm gone for a minute, tell 'em bitches that I'm back, nah

Welcome to the city, what's a hit? I had to shake 'em up

They were sleepin' on me so, you know, I had to wake 'em up

I was dead broke until I went and got my paper

I ain't spendin' nothin' on my mama, I been savin' up

I need a Ferrari, and I need a Bugatti

Everything I do these rappers bitches tryna copy

I be in Miami eatin' salmon with the broccoli

Made it out the trenches, I can't let you bitches spot me

I ain't doin' features, I been workin' on my own shit

See, I'm 'bout to blow, you must be talkin' 'bout the wrong bitch

See, I'm 'bout to blow, and I don't think you understand

All the bitches that was hatin' now, they turnin' 'em into fans

I'm really doin' numbers, you can go and check my résumé

Glizzy and I'm burpin', I don't walk around with pepper spray

I feel like a heavyweight and all you bitches featherweight

You gon' fall for it, all I gotta do is set the bait

Yeah, all you bitches was talkin' that shit

Oh, she ain't gon' make it, she ain't gon' do this

But guess what (but guess what)

I'm still the biggest one and I'm that bitch, ah

Remember I ain't had no money, tell 'em bitches I got racks, nah

I was bein' humble, now I don't know how to act, nah

Snuck up in the club with a snug and funk her pad out

I'm gone for a minute, tell 'em bitches that I'm back, nah

And I ain't had no money, tell 'em bitches I got racks, nah

I was bein' humble, now I don't know how to act, nah

Snuck up in the club with a snug and funk her pad out

I'm gone for a minute, tell 'em bitches that I'm back, nah

I look damn good, I don't care what bitches talkin' 'bout

Once you get it started, it's too late for us to talk it out

Bitches tryna beef it 'til they walk into the slaughterhouse