Lyrics
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
Munchin' me down and say, "It taste like water"
Do niggas foul 'cause I'm my mother's daughter
Fine lil' shit and her money got taller
Rappers ain't shit, I might fuck with a baller (baller, baller)
Might fuck with a scammer
Best of both worlds like I'm Hannah Montana
Sold out show when I be in Atlanta
Tweakin' together like Rula Santana
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
Ay, she wanna hold on my choppa
If she spot an opper, she bound to pop 'em, uh (grrt)
Lil' mama hotter than lava
She drivin' me crazy, I need her asylum (her asylum)
Eat it up, eat it up, ride me, keep it up
Don't slow down 'til you bust like a Nina
No glove, OJ, condom, no way
Raw dog with her is the only way
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
Baby, when we goin', put my gun in your bag
Her mama say she think that I'm a thug and she mad (hey)
See, she tryna keep her shape right
She been in the gym, they in love with the ass
Addicted to it, she must be a drug 'cause she bad
Married to the money, I'm in love with the cash
Hatin' for a minute, niggas love when you crash (uh-huh)
Put it on his fitted, it's a dub on his ass (a dub)
Super fine shit
Never been too friendly if you asked, I prolly wouldn't give a hug to yo' ass (nope)
Let me put the AR with the drum in your bag (brrt)
Actin' like we in this bitch in love when we smash (smash, smash)
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote