[Verse 1: Lola Monroe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On some real shit, these bitches ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas is lames, and they can’t fuck with me
Any rap bitch, with an issue come and get me
Picture that, come and get me
Damn I go so cold, these niggas all hot
And if your circle ballin, why these niggas off block?
Jockin’ ass, y’all knockin’ ass
I’mma hate on a nigga just stop and ask
Hate to see your body glow, like the police clothes
I’m a double o blow with your boxing ass
Ain’t no need for all that makeup, love you’re naturally a clown
If you worked on getting your paper up, you could gradually get down
All these bitches screaming hustle, and they ain’t never seen one
Bitch I hustle for a dolla, ’til I ain’t ever need one
Duck, duck goose, these bitches, and make them take a seat
Cause judging from my bankroll, they should really take a plea
Bout to paint the Phantom pink the top off and ground get it
Baddest bitch in the game is what I’m is, and I’m gonna get it
[Hook: Courtney]
They be askin’ where I’m goin’
All this moneys what I’ve been showin’
From the bottom’s where I came
And I did it on my own
Ain’t nobody give it to us
Think about it every day
Y’all been fuckin’ up the game
Y’all been fuckin’ up the game
Y’all been fuckin’ up the game
Y’all been fuckin’ up the game
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How they spell ‘em, yeah they wanna get with L-O-L-A
Dana and the yellow bellies catch me in the yellow lambo
Talkin’ on the yellow celly, all about my deli, that the ham
You wonderin’ am I ’bout to kill this? Yes I am
Wiz told me get ‘em, hangin portraits for they headshots
Wake ‘em out they sleep, like they bed rocked
Where these dust buckets come from
Don’t know what these bitches used to
But I got a couple questions for you cloned out new crews
Thought you fuckin’ with us? Thought you fuckin’ with us?
One more, really thought you fuckin’ with us?
Never, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor… Gang
[Hook: Courtney]