Check
Now it's the dolly, not Parton
But pardon my french
Give no fucks about no nigga
Give no fucks about no bitch
And I never see you haters
Guess you haters don't exist
Anyone feel any different
Give my ass a french kiss
I run this, I'm the trillest bitch
Who gotta dispute?
I mean who gon' prove me wrong?
Now which hoe wanna get cute
Funny, hoes be talking mad shit
When I'm around, they mute
Cause they know this tongue a pistol
I ain't scared to make it shoot
I ain't scared to make it clap
I'ma throw this ass back
To the realest nigga
Who ain't scared to run this bitch some racks
And I'm speaking all facts
I'm the truth to be exact!
You bitches don't get no money
Cause ya'll don't know how to act
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I'm thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I'm eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!
So run up, run up, run up
Hoe get done up
And you know I'm with the shits
Don't tolerate no disrespect
This Dexter Ave, in this bitch
You might wanna reconsider me
Before you make your choice
Cause if you niggas bet against me
Then you backing the wrong horse
See we all in Barney's shopping
He drop ten, and I drop ten
Just so I can stunt on bitches
And take pictures with my fans
Just so I can go finesse
And get them digits from your man
Hope you know this flex ain't personal
I hope you understand!
I'm a hustler, she a whore
I'm Gucci, she Micheal Khors
I got the juice, I got the flare
You can't compete, you don't compare!
You bitches sneaking everything
But me, shit I'm good everywhere
I'm gon' keep dropping, I ain't stopping
Until I'm a billionaire
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I'm thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I'm eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!
But pardon my french
Give no fucks about no nigga
Give no fucks about no bitch
And I never see you haters
Guess you haters don't exist
Anyone feel any different
Give my ass a french kiss
I run this, I'm the trillest bitch
Who gotta dispute?
I mean who gon' prove me wrong?
Now which hoe wanna get cute
Funny, hoes be talking mad shit
When I'm around, they mute
Cause they know this tongue a pistol
I ain't scared to make it shoot
I ain't scared to make it clap
I'ma throw this ass back
To the realest nigga
Who ain't scared to run this bitch some racks
And I'm speaking all facts
I'm the truth to be exact!
You bitches don't get no money
Cause ya'll don't know how to act
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I'm thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I'm eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!
So run up, run up, run up
Hoe get done up
And you know I'm with the shits
Don't tolerate no disrespect
This Dexter Ave, in this bitch
You might wanna reconsider me
Before you make your choice
Cause if you niggas bet against me
Then you backing the wrong horse
See we all in Barney's shopping
He drop ten, and I drop ten
Just so I can stunt on bitches
And take pictures with my fans
Just so I can go finesse
And get them digits from your man
Hope you know this flex ain't personal
I hope you understand!
I'm a hustler, she a whore
I'm Gucci, she Micheal Khors
I got the juice, I got the flare
You can't compete, you don't compare!
You bitches sneaking everything
But me, shit I'm good everywhere
I'm gon' keep dropping, I ain't stopping
Until I'm a billionaire
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I'm thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I'm eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!
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Writer(s): Gary Frisby, Arkeisha Knight
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