Wrist Wet

And my wrist wet, yeah, yeah, yeah

And my wrist wet like I'm whippin' water on the stove

This bitch kick back when I cock it back and let it blow

I'm a Big Mac, we're the only servants in the mold

Can't do business with you bitches, you ain't stickin' to the code

You ain't get back when they put your partner in that ditch

Then you talk to 12 shot and use a motherfuckin' snitch

I got big racks on me, yeah, they know I'm gettin' rich

Heard they tryna backdome and cut it crack, I really like

Woo, I stack it tall, my mouth look like a crystal ball

Just call me Paul, bitch, them diamonds go from wall to wall

Fuck what you heard, fuck who you know, baby, fuck what you saw

I can't get no money fuckin' with you, I'ma cut you off, just like a light

I'm in the dark, my diamonds dancin', I got that pipe, son, like a plumber

Charles Manson, don't do romancin', I flip that word like a somersault

I stack it right, I could probably take the whole summer out

And my wrist wet, like I'm whippin' water on the stove

This bitch kick back when I cock it back and let it blow

I'm a Big Mac, we're the only servants in the mold

Can't do business with you bitches, you ain't stickin' to the code

You ain't get back when they put your partner in that ditch

Then you talk to 12 shot and use a motherfuckin' snitch

I got big racks on me, yeah, they know I'm gettin' rich

Heard they tryna backdome and cut it crack, I really like

Woo, I'm fuckin' bitch, chain swing

And my diamonds glisten

I pray for the shit, look at me now, designer down and Christian

I run to them digits, I'm Michael Jordan, you Scottie Pippen

You bought some bitches

Probably do better, you mind your business

You haters trippin', I came on quick and I made them listen

Pain be drippin' off of the whip

When I pull up in that Bentley

I got them pissin', they tryna get rid of me

Bitch, I'm the biggest, ain't no one as big as me

Think I'm a lick, but I ride with a stick in the back

So fuck if you dissin' me, I whip the best

Bitch, I break it down and make it stretch

Too much finesse, I'm the wife of the rich

Frank Lucas in the flesh, fuck your connect

Come and get it for the low

And my wrist wet like I'm whippin' on the fuckin' stove