Fantastic
Aye, bitch
Its Nasty! Hahaha (whoo)
Call me V
Or V-Fuckin'-Nasty
Everywhere I go, I be fuckin' flashy
I always have a show out, they harass me
Everybody know my name, bitch stop askin'
Tell me where the CASH at
I get up and I grab that
My life is fantastic did I forget to add that?
Got money in the attic and in the Gladpack
They say oh she old news, who ain't had that?
I buy new shoes just for the box
Fill it up with bands till its filled to the top
Time is money, I put a hunnid on a watch
My life is fantastic I turn it up a notch
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
Getting chauffeured in the backseat, backseat reclinin'
5 Star restaurants that's what I dine in
They hear V-Nasty and they know be shinin'
Gold rims gold tint when I'm slidin'
Why yo bitch whinin, hittin' my line?
Time is money, she forgettin' the time
She forgettin' the mine
She be needin the most
Just made a hunnid K
But I don't boast
Just chill and have fun
A couple naked bitches, dancin' for ones
Purple from East Oakland, it's burnin' my lungs
I feel fantastic, when I'm high up off these drugs
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
In the club with six hoes
Two of them they molly
They was off they molly, I was in my Maserati
On the interstate, goin' like 150
She say you so different
You should see my city
Ride around with bricks
Ride around with big banks
Smell like [?] you can't tell me that my shit stank
Styrofoam in my hand, molly in my mouth
They said the club done its a party at my house
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
Its Nasty! Hahaha (whoo)
Call me V
Or V-Fuckin'-Nasty
Everywhere I go, I be fuckin' flashy
I always have a show out, they harass me
Everybody know my name, bitch stop askin'
Tell me where the CASH at
I get up and I grab that
My life is fantastic did I forget to add that?
Got money in the attic and in the Gladpack
They say oh she old news, who ain't had that?
I buy new shoes just for the box
Fill it up with bands till its filled to the top
Time is money, I put a hunnid on a watch
My life is fantastic I turn it up a notch
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
Getting chauffeured in the backseat, backseat reclinin'
5 Star restaurants that's what I dine in
They hear V-Nasty and they know be shinin'
Gold rims gold tint when I'm slidin'
Why yo bitch whinin, hittin' my line?
Time is money, she forgettin' the time
She forgettin' the mine
She be needin the most
Just made a hunnid K
But I don't boast
Just chill and have fun
A couple naked bitches, dancin' for ones
Purple from East Oakland, it's burnin' my lungs
I feel fantastic, when I'm high up off these drugs
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
In the club with six hoes
Two of them they molly
They was off they molly, I was in my Maserati
On the interstate, goin' like 150
She say you so different
You should see my city
Ride around with bricks
Ride around with big banks
Smell like [?] you can't tell me that my shit stank
Styrofoam in my hand, molly in my mouth
They said the club done its a party at my house
My whip, fantastic
Yeah, my wrist fantastic
Bitch I'm rich, that's fantastic
Cuff yo bitch, she fantastic
Yeah, I like yo bitch and that bitch is fantastic
I get money every day getting money is a habit
Gettin' stacks on deck, got stacks in the attic
Bitch, I'm fantastic my life's fantastic
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Writer(s): Writers Unknown, David Sheats, Jeffrey Bowden
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