Me I'm just me
Me I'm just real
Me I'm that bitch
That be footing the bill
Only a real nigga could cop a feel
Credit Card blacker than that nigga Seal
24 million I brokered a deal
Jewish my lawyer he Kosher than Dill
And I am still, poppin' them pills
I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel
Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel?
I am still living in Beverly Hills
Tell 'em to chill
Tell 'em to chill
Tell all them people my wrists is on chill
Bitches can't beat me they ain't got the skill
Eye of the tiger they ain't got the kill
Look up to Jada I love her and Will
Bitches my sons but they ain't in my will
The fuck be wrong with these bitches?
The fuck be wrong with these niggas?
Tell 'em give a bad bitch a proper due
What they say ain't never what they gon' do
It say 250 on that fucking sticker
Pink Print hot should be in some slippers
I don't fuck with you niggas
I own the Clippers
I own some homes
I own my own liquor
Bitches is bitter
My titties is bigger
You bitches my sons I need a babysitter
I am the dream, on the dream team
I am Olajuwon I am Hakeem
Abdul Jabbar, I am Kareem
I am the Queen because I'm a machine
You not ready, you not seasoned
Go against me I say "Fix it Jesus"
Thinking they hot, talk shit a lot
But when they shit drop I say "Fix it Jesus"
Oh, your shit ain't gold!
Word to my bank roll
Real niggas ain't sold
Dropping my single in two weeks
The Pink Print album a movie
Bitches be thinkin' they hot
But these bitches be using that term so loosely