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 bitch she so bad You don't even know it Your bitch she so fat Everybody saw it Fake Hermes belt Everything she got Damn, you got all the things That I've not!
Bitch, you ain't got no life So come on here and get it Me and my crew be cold as ice Go on fucking 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 fucking many All this shit 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 fuck 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