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[Intro] 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! [Hook] 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 (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) [Verse 1] 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 (Aye) On the run from the law The only way I'm at large [Hook] 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 (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) [Verse 2] 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 (Sheesh!) [Hook] 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 (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!) Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
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