[Verse 1: Stunna Girl & BandGang Jizzle P]
I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers
I be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
You a lil n***a, you be [?] for shit
N***a I'm boss statis, baby, this ain't regular shit
I ain't never in my life beg for shit
I [?] then I pass it to the clique
[?] in my city I'm the shit
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm charging for this dick
And I'm charging for this clit, n***a, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, I'm way out your budget
Imma keep you around, even though I'm out your league
Cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
Jizzle P, that's my name, you know I keep a check
But I ain't spending shit on you, you gon still throw it back
[?] eyes, [?] pulling out her tracks
Kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar & Pretty Brayah]
Bitch I ain't bout to trick on you
[?] I ain't bout to spend a cent on you
[?] hoes in the [?], while I sit back watching
They bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
Na n***a, you [?] you ain't know shit
And everytime you get this pussy, you be on [?]
If I decide to show my ass, bitch, you gon lick
And since you talking big crazy, suck your own dick
[?] you always say the silliest shit
You got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
You was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
[?] I care if you behind [?]
N***a behind [?] what? I ain't behind on shit
And all them hoes that you fucking, probably burning the dick
Talking heavy, knowing damb well you cum too quick
Eat my ass lil n***a, you ain't good for shit
[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
[?] these hoes, get to talking all roudy
[?] bags and [?] cloudy
Me, I count a check, and my jewler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's [?]
Bitch, you got some nerve, out here fucking with the [?]
Talking to me crazy, wearing that fake ass belt
Disrespecting me, that's what get a bitch [?]
Pimp smacking [?] bitches on the shelf

[Verse 4: Pretty Brayah]
And I love when n***as flex, I'm that bitch with the bands
Brag about a Rollie, that belong to your mans
I dare a pussy n***a, raise his motherfucking hands
I'll cock this bitch back, and leave a n***a where he stand
Ride his face while he laying, [?] bitch you [?]
On any given day, I throw this ass, you would've caught it
[?] lick it on my cycle, you acting like you didn't like it
Bitch, your tongue was my tampon, n***a, blow me if I'm lying

[Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P]
Bitch, you know better than that
I make you tap out, like a wrestling match
Call animal control, I be abusing the cat
Bitch, you [?] better than that
I have that bitch [?] for me
You couldn't even fuck her off Hennisy
Heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
If you ain't tryna fuck, don't say shit to me
[Verse 6: Stunna Girl]
I'll take [?] from no n***a
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
He gon [?] but I still ain't gon speak
N***a sweet, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n***a, and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon creep