THat Part (feat. Kanye West)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part, ay

That part

Bang this shit in the hood one time

Lil' bitch, I'm back and poppin'

Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options

Broke, then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, that part

Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part

405 with the gun off safety, that part

Ay, I'm still tryna make that plate

Rich or poor, ****, choose your fate

Style on top of style, ****

Five years I've been rich, ****

Drove Beamers down Fig, ****

Push Porsches down Broadway

I've been dabbin' in different hoes, ****

Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, ****

Got an engine back with the top in it

**** drivin' it like it's a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part, ay

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (That part)

Beggars can't be choosers, bitch, this ain't Chipotle

**** with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea

Walkin' livin' legend, man, I feel like Kobe

I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me

Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ

Y'all don't feel me, man, this ain't ok

Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded

Rich **** still eatin' catfish

That bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish

If I walk up out of Saks Fifth

Have the paparazzi doin' backflips

If I lay you down on the mattress

Blow the back out till you backless

Think we already established

She just got 'em done, bra strapless, yeah

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (That part)

Beggars can't be choosers, bitch, this ain't Chipotle (That part)

**** with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)

Walkin' livin' legend, man, I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part, ay

That part

Bang this shit in the hood one time

Lil' bitch, I'm back and poppin'

Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options

Broke, then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain't changed, that part

Me and my girl got matchin' bling, that part

I'ma get so blowed I'ma lose my brain, that part

Me and XO only thing go straight

Need me a bitch that'll go both ways

Style on top of style, ****

Since a youngin I wanted to ball, ****

Had a pistol in my drawers, ****

When I was broke, I had to sauce, ****

Got a Chevy with side to side on it

Hunnid spokes, the Dana Danes on it

Got a chopper that stand at 5-2

I put your homies right down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part, ay

That part

That part

That part

Walkin' livin' legend, man, I feel like Kobe (That part)

I just dropped 60, man, I feel like Kobe

Lamar was with me, man, I feel like Kobe

Pippen at my weddin', man, I feel like Jordan

Trippin' at my weddin', I be rollin'

Ain't say shit, ****

You will listen in close, though

You was listenin' to hoes though

You wouldn't listen to the flow though, listen to the goat

Unsigned, young **** from the go though

I'ma freestyle this muhfucka, who knew?

When my, my ****, ****, ScHoolboy Q

And uh, Top Dawg, pop off, dog

Get that **** on the phone

Top Dawg on the phone

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay