Uh, hello, can I speak to uh, uh, yeah, you know who you are Look, you had no idea what you're dealing with Something on some bitch really *** Pop champagne, Aggie or sip About to go dumb, how come? Yeah, that's my bitch That's my bitch Shorty right there, that's my bitch That's my bitch I've been waiting for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high I pay for them titties, get your own It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne She say I care more about them Basquions Basquiat, she learnin' a new word is shot Blew the world up soon as I hit the club with her Too short called, told me I fell in love with her See by actors, ballplayers, and drug dealers And some lesbians that never love niggas Twist and love story, true romance Mary Magdalene from a pole dance I'm a freak, huh, rockstar life The second girl with us, that's our wife Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new au pair, just tryna play second fiddle No disrespect, I'm not tryna be little With my dick worth money, I put money in the middle I've been waiting for it, no more time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high Swimmin' in the lakes in Texas in the mornin' I got it, yeah Do the nigga, do the nigga, do the nigga Get bull***, stop bull***, yeah Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up I got somethin' so gangster, piece of pretty in pictures Red jeans and a blazer and some Louis Vuitton slippers Oh, Picasso was alive, he would've made her That's right nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white? Put some colored girls in the Mona Half these bars ain't got nothin' on Madonna Don't make me bring Thelma in it Bring Helly, bring Vanellope or Selma in it Uh, back to my Beyonce's You deserve three stacks for the Andre Call that Riga Gosean You belong in museums You belong in vintage clothes Scratchin' the whole building You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin' You're too dope for any of those civilians Now shoot your just stop lookin' at a tit Eat your own dog, get hurt, that's my bitch I've waited for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, live my life