[Chorus - Hood] Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’ Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got some niggas in this bitch that got some niggas in this bitch Mean muggin’ like we suckin’ on a lemon in this bitch I’mma ball even if I fail my physical and shit And I’m all about my digits, goin’ digital and shit Jumpin’ on the couch until I’m short winded in this bitch Don’t judge the book by it’s cover, start skimming it you bitch Where my niggas that be poppin’ them prescriptions? You ain’t sick Where my bitches that be fuckin’ for that money? You ain’t shit And yo’ bitch don’t make no tips, and that sip don’t make me itch My bitch always think I’m lyin’, I said: ‘I don’t’, she said: ‘since when?’ I’m a dog like Rin Tin Tin, fuck y’all niggas, y’all some hoes I don’t trust y’all niggas, talk in code, don’t walk, I stroll, don’t walk, I drove So fuck my Rolls, don’t spark, I glow, avoid my woes, avoid my my bros But that Nina always workin’ cause I can’t fuck with the part-time hoes My bitch pussy multi-purpose, cause it take dick and hold my dope Drop that coke in that hot water and tell that bitch to hold her nose Tunechi
[Chorus - Hood] Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’ Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’
[Verse 3 - Tyga] 10 mill just last year, you must think I’m lyin’ hoe I make cash, don’t break even, I overlap your payroll Straight to the point like Bledsoe, fuck that, I take the foul Settle out, no time for trial, my lawyer’s with me, Better Call Saul Nigga first round draft pick, my lifestyle need a contract I’m Bo Jack in Egypt, that Wraith smell like reefer Who that nigga? I beat them, like Redman I’ll Bee Dat 187, no drill team, get drill bit I pull up my shit to these niggas and flaunt, I’m the nigga she want I got all the shit that she want, T-Raww her boss, boy Trell got a mill in a vault I’m just bein’ honest, oh you must think I’m lyin’ I’m not just a owner baby, I’m also a client [Chorus - Hood] Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’ Man I’m richer than a bitch-hoe, you must think I’m lyin’ Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I’m lyin’ Got my jeweler fuckin’ with me heavy, you must think I’m lyin’ You don’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think I’m lyin’