JEFF & LITA

Bad bitch, know I'm too rich, want me to come on here

I make this type of shit to hang out and they trend

I make them **** act right, we don't fuck with them

On every Audemar I ever bought, it came factory

Same twenty, that was me, why they mad at me?

Hmm, **** not 'Crete, bitch, obsolete (Hmm)

Quit your job before you think you can fuck with me

Things on the Ford, plastic in my whores

Maybach truck be bouncin' up and down, it look like George

Beatin' up them tires and them breaks on the voyage

Four wock, run into a Tesla, look like Porsche

Say my name, think you can fuck with me, you need the Lord

I threw in lore, could've bought the ho a Louis store

Walked in her life and right on out, like revolvin' doors

But all y'all steppers up on your couch, make 'em do some chores

I feel like poppin' my shit today without any chorus

I walk around with fifty karats like I'm feedin' Bugs

I pour the tall cup of wock, hard not to chug

I was nineteen, doin' what they wish they could

I had bitches in and out, like a runway castin'

Don't put your mouth on it, baby, if you don't got no passion

I treat every **** around me like my mama had 'em

They underestimate every time, I'm movin' right past 'em

I fuck a bitch to three songs, I am not lastin'

I let them folks have the beach, I'ma fly to Aspen

I told them folks that I was king, like I came from Akron

They act like they know what I mean, so I had to show 'em

I lost my brother, and I know how Bret felt with Owen

I asked God to send a sign, and it started snowin'

I got known for my grill, like I'm Gary Coleman

Off of X, I get the feeling like them **** on me

I'm a real geeker, pour the pint of wock in a clear beaker

**** want beef and become Angry Birds, **** just tweeters

I'm a whole hitter, I'm a drink dumper

All my whips new, I ain't never need no cable jumpers

**** are gettin' they ho hit, just like No Jumper

I'm a flow shaker, I'm a bill printer

I'm a cash grabber, you an ass-kisser

Heard how y'all actin' in front of the hoes, this is not a desert

I dropped eight-thousand twice on Bottega sweaters

I dropped eighty-thousand a hundred times on different endeavors

Hit the strip, my bitch Ms. Frizzle, she change the weather

Okay, I heard the bars them **** spit, but it wasn't clever

I'm solo steppin', don't need no friends, don't call my phone ever

This shit artisanal Margiela with the vintage leather

He came outside in Nike slides, how is he a stepper? (Ooh)

I got all these bitches scared and I could tell

**** hate that I'm not lady-like, fuck 'em, oh, well

**** wanna fuck with me, till I bring his hoes hell

How these hoes can't even rap? Truth be told, sex sells

Y'all do anythin' for cheese, caught in the trap by your tail

All the bros around me solid, don't hop in the field and squeal

Ridin' in a dress

Don't want 'em lookin' at my pussy when I'm on they neck

I no longer evolve, so rich, they don't get my respect

Okay

These **** sensitive, on God, they act just like a bitch

These bitches talk too much, I never take them on a lick

He know he can't get pussy, he ain't spendin', I'm strict

They ask me who I fuck with, truth be told, a short list (Go)

The coupe is dipped in piss, look like he beat it in flush

Okay, they act up to my jam, I'll show 'em who the real rust

It take a lot to impress me, it take a lot for me to blush

It break my heart findin' out these **** broke, that's why I call 'em crushes (It's us)

My brother got lean, like you need crutches ('Crete)

Boujee, I wouldn't stick my show inside a duchess

Who is he? That **** since Disney, paid Vanessa Hudgens

One finger, get that **** gone, no bluffin'

Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coke, David Ruffin

We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita

I can tell these **** all snakes, like Nokia

It's us