She wants her nanny to be bad, tell the b**** who the f*** is her daddy And I'm peepin' that she got a ass, call him, tell that f***er I got a bag in And I might catch a body, if he talkin' bout it, I promise you I ain't no heiress Baby, I want it steady, he leggin', I promise you, one of them b****s, we gon' bag him Baby, hold my strap while I count to three, right, listen up, I'm violent We gon' catch some bags, if he keep talkin' that, b****, I'm gon' die, I ain't I'll get him gone, know the planet gon' mess with your tongue Said she love me while I'm home, whenever I'm busy, don't pick up my phone You know that I'm callin' right after the tone, I need a name, I need a body When I get back, I'ma give you that sloppy, my baby Dior, I give her whatever She ridin' on me like a b****, I was soccer, no, I ain't playin' with none of these b****es I'm cuttin' these b****es, get the f*** from around, gotta get right back to the bank, keep callin' I don't, don't catch through the door, I'm wildin', uh, I can admit that it's my fault All these b****es walk in, she don't not know what it's like Since it look like a rockstar, all my d*** walked in That boy, I know that he cappin', I swear that he not hard Why the f*** he beginnin'? VV's up, new B-pad, two B's up, I'm beat breakin' Butt in my feet, I'm beat steppin', no way, call that mom, clear Got a b****, got no mom, her, get the f*** from around She got a murder, bad habit, she keep steppin' on me, they ain't back at it And she know that I be goin' on work, and she think that I'm f***in' with her She want Chanel to be back, tell the b**** who the f*** is her daddy And I'm peepin' that she got a ass callin', tell that f***er I got a baggin' And I might catch a body, if he talkin' about it, I promise you, I ain't no average Baby, I want to stare that he leggin', I promise you, one of the b****es gon' bag him Baby, hold my strap while I count to you, right, let you know I'm violent Yeah, you don't catch me, baby, if you keep talkin' that, b****, I'm gon' die, yeah I get in the gun, noodle pad, it gon' mess with your tongue Said she love me, well, I don't want Whenever I'm busy, don't pick up my phone You know that I'm callin' right after the tone That b****, she countin' the guap, though If I see what I like, then I'm killin' Chuggin' out of this s*** without robbin' You can step in my shoes, you don't feel me, yeah I've been right up with the demons, yeah I just spent all the bands on the n****s, yeah Put the racks in the back of the Benz, yeah And they hated the fact I put racks in my seat And they hated the fact that no f***in' can reach me You been tryna come on, now you see me Run a b****, you gon' keep it on repeat I just spent a hunnid on a body, man Forever with the cash, a body I'ma tell that n***a again, yeah VVs up, new B-pack Two Bs up, I'm beat, break Butter my feet, I'm beat, step Know I caught that mind, clear Got a b****, got no mind, hurt She got a murder, bad habit She keep steppin' on me, thinkin' back at it She know that I be goin' on work And she thinkin' that I'm f***in' with her She want Chanel to be back Tell the b****, who the f*** is your daddy? And I'm thinkin' that she got a ass callin' Tell that f***er, I got a baggin' And I might catch a body If you talkin' about it, I promise you I ain't no average Baby, I want his daddy, he leggin', I promise you One of the b****, we gon' bag him Baby, hold my strap while I count these racks Let you know I'm violent, yeah We gon' catch some bags, if you keep talkin' that B****, I'm gon' die, die, yeah New look, catty, gon' mess with your tongue Bet you she lovin' me, what I don't want Whenever I'm busy, don't pick up my phone You know that I'm callin' right after the tone I'ma f*** the money like a thot All them diamonds on me, now I got them Runnin' up for the b****, she a thot Girl, run up on me, you won't doubt it I'ma f*** the money like a thot All them diamonds on me, now I got them Runnin' up for the b****, she a thot Girl, run up on me, you won't doubt it