I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga? You nig, you niggas ain't got no joints Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bitches They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches! I ride for my bitches I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches Bitches, my bitches I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches My niggas
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[Outro: Nicki Minaj] New York to Compton Got YG with me so don't get stomped in Y'all know who the fuck it is See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch And when you come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch! Yung Mula baby!