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Ooh, ooh

Bitches can't fuck with my moves

I do what I wanna do

Fast car go vroom

Vroom, vroom

Sweep 'em up like a broom

Hardest bitch in the room

Murder gang, no groom

Racks, racks

I need a whole lotta that

Stacks, stacks

Fuck around and tax all that

I call the shots, I don't call back

Sign shit like a Zodiac

Man you ain't hot, who told you that?

You bitches lost, had Google Maps

I take off the Louis V shades so I can see who really fuckin' with me

Thought you said I never was gon' be

shit then why I'm dominatin' every city

And why your bitch payin' to come

see me, fuck e'rybody that's against me

I want all the smoke like a chimney, hit on top of hits I got plenty

And I'm out to murder niggas'

ghostwriters put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer

Pull up to his stew in all black attire

Can I step aside and set that bitch on fire

When I drop shit, bet they fuckin' with it

Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it

I was on my boss shit at the night shift

While you was on your knees suckin' dick to get it

Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it

If it ain't come from Louis you won't see me in it

Got the foreign and they can't see me in it

And I stay with bills like I'm Mrs. Clinton

Google "boss bitch", what's the definition

But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition

Man, take that jersey off, play your position

Make hoes disappear, then kill a magician

Ooh, ooh

Bitches can't fuck with my moves

I do what I wanna do

Fast car go vroom

Vroom, vroom

Sweep 'em up like a broom

Hardest bitch in the room

Murder gang, no groom

Racks, racks

I need a whole lotta that

Stacks, stacks

Fuck around and tax all that

I call the shots, I don't call back

Sign shit like a Zodiac

Man you ain't hot, who told you that?

You bitches lost, Google Maps

Turn the volume up in this bitch

Start a riot up in this bitch

Better crank this motherfucker so loud

That the speaker's blow in this bitch

How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' rich

Middle fingers to whoever switch

Fuck your system up, I'm a glitch

And I heard your new shit, it make me itch

But bitches ain't fuckin' with me, so

I swear it up, 'bout to delete

The only tracks you hoes ever tear up

Is them tracks you got glued in your wheat

Flow sick as fuck, I need meds

Like the Advil, I'm at they heads

Heard everything these hoes said

Drop the skull emoji 'cause I'm dead

My pockets green like backdrop

Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop

I'm he franchise, you the mascot

Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot

I'm the bigger picture, go connect the dots

They don't think I see them when they scheme and plot

Tired of baby sittin', yeah I'm finna stop

All these hoes my kids but I don't adopt

Ooh, ooh

Bitches can't fuck with my moves

I do what I wanna do

Fast car go vroom

Vroom, vroom

Sweep 'em up like a broom

Hardest bitch in the room

Murder gang, no groom

Racks, racks

I need a whole lotta that

Stacks, stacks

Fuck around and tax all that

I call the shots, I don't call back

Sign shit like a Zodiac

Man you ain't hot, who told you that?

You bitches lost, Google Maps