Bitch, your ass be singin' like Beyoncé
Boy, your ass a bitch, your ass be singin' like Beyoncé
All right, come on, something like that
Come on, let's go, Nino
Boy, your ass a bitch, your ass be singin' like Beyoncé
I'm really from the West, my mama should've name me Kayne
I really smoke my opps and put these niggas in the ashtray
Which car to drive, I got too many in the driveway
Big boy like OutKast, my coat three stacks like André
Woke up, brought a dub, I hit the mall, I'm gon' get fresh today
Don't do Camaros, do Corvettes, that's the only thing I Chevrolet
I'm runnin' up that money, I can't stop, I'm on it straightaway
Me and money stay together, baby, we can't separate
Get a hustle if you're broke, if you don't, you gon' stay that way
I'm good from the shoulders, throw these hands just like Leonard Ray
Fuckin' from the back, snatch the wig off just like Chick-fil-A
All my ice on in the trenches, who gon' fuck me
I got my blick, this pint of tris, this lil' hoe done keep me company
These niggas know that they gon' die, they ever fuck with me
He actin' like he got it, no he don't, that boy a joke to me
Baby, I speak ain't like Donald Trump about the podium
Janitorial business, I clean up like a custodian
He tryna stop trickin' on my hoe, but he like 40 in
Fell in love with presscots that kid thought it was Opium
CMP, baby, I don't talk about the hoe and him
Once you do that shit, you can't take it back, it's over with
Click-clack, boom, my youngins shootin' for a championship
Marni iand Amiri, probably kill him, but I'ma let him live
Boy, your ass a bitch, your ass be singin' like Beyoncé
I'm really from the West, my mama should've name me Kayne
I really smoke my opps and put these niggas in the ashtray
Which car to drive, I got too many in the driveway
Big boy like OutKast, my coat three stacks like André
Woke up, brought a dub, I hit the mall, I'm gon' get fresh today
Don't do Camaros, do Corvettes, that's the only thing I Chevrolet
I'm runnin' up that money, I can't stop, I'm on it straightaway