i swear if you muthafuckas knew better you d do better on god nigga y all niggas swear you fly you a muthafuckin lie got dammit bitch ass niggas know it though ain t nobody seein bia i don t give a fuck who it is sia lia ria cria whatever nigga ain t nobody seein her i put a bag on that shit fuck ya a bag hoe you can t even get that lil weak ass get back lil bitch get back woo cardo still trappin off a ipad screen dead broke we could see though why you still checkin on my bag keep ya eyes on ya own c notes old hoes bitin on my swag still nobody i d rather be though say you been movin them bricks still claimin you the shit like yeah nigga we know fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me hoe i got grown women they feelin like mini me s hoe i got my homegirls that turned into frienemies don t fuck wit my badside don t fuck up my energy they can t buy no opinions can t cash checks with the jealousy bitch i feel like brady been fightin the odds cause they hate me someone tell em that i won someone tell em i m the one someone tell em they should thank me aye gucci down gucci down only time i m feelin snakey wipe me down wipe me down bitch i m wavy like in the navy say she don t go both ways but a bitch ll go gay for rihanna yellow diamonds all on my arm got me feelin like grey poupon in the wraith in my yard only place i see stars on the run from the law the only way i m at large  cardo still trappin off a ipad screen dead broke we could see though why you still checkin on my bag keep ya eyes on ya own c notes old hoes bitin on my swag still nobody i d rather be though say you been movin them bricks still claimin you the shit like yeah nigga we know fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me boy you ain t no goal for me you not in my pedigree so i cannot fuck wit ya we ain t got the chemistry cause you just a broke boy i laugh in the bank like a parody how you look fake as yo diamonds i can see just by the clarity i d rather be rich than famous til they knowin what my name is christian chanel is my fragrance blowin money could you blame us still ain t never ever change up never ever let my reign up 6 rings on my fingers runnin la like a laker cardo still trappin off a ipad screen dead broke we could see though why you still checkin on my bag keep ya eyes on ya own c notes old hoes bitin on my swag still nobody i d rather be though say you been movin them bricks still claimin you the shit like yeah nigga we know fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me fuck wit me 