My outfit still cost your whole rent I be throwin' back the liquor, had me feelin' all sick And I might spin a grip on my shoes or my fit I ain't gotta talk shit, I ain't gotta talk shit Ayy, big shit poppin' while that lil' shit never started All these haters hatin' on me, they could risk their lead to part it Wait til' I hop in the foreign, I'm up here boy you just started Money tall like dinosaurs, left that bitch cause she too wide I made one wish just to be the shit, if he hatin' that niggas get off my dick Tryna get paid, I ain't hittin' no lick I remember days we was runnin' from the pigs Tryna stack up, cop a brand new car Tryna get drunk, take a bitch to the bar Look at my neck, diamond sick like SARS Stick with a winner, bitch you'll get far My outfit still cost your whole rent I be throwin' back the liquor, had me feelin' all sick And I might spin a grip on my shoes or my fit I ain't gotta talk shit, I ain't gotta talk shit Ayy, my outfit still cost your whole rent I be throwin' back the liquor, had me feelin' all sick And I might spin a grip on my shoes or my fit I ain't gotta talk shit, I ain't gotta talk shit I might just spend some bands all on my shoes, all on my fit Boy just watch my shoes, I spend a thousand on my kicks Bitches always choose me cause I'm gorgeous and I'm rich Don't miss the opportunity for more wins with your bitch Bag it, bag it, bag it, I sip lean smoke weed in traffic Goddamn, I barely manage, I spit money too sporadic And I can't shake my habits, I just get more cheats to handle it And cash is automatic, never lack it, always happy Bitches always dancin' to my songs, I'm makin' slap roofs Bitches all be sour, I can't trust that bitch for an hour Bitches takin' downers, how the fuck do they take downers? I need a money counter, too much money on the counter, bitch My outfit still cost your whole rent I be throwin' back the liquor, had me feelin' all sick And I might spin a grip on my shoes or my fit I ain't gotta talk shit, I ain't gotta talk shit My outfit still cost your whole rent I be throwin' back the liquor, had me feelin' all sick And I might spin a grip on my shoes or my fit I ain't gotta talk shit, I ain't gotta talk shit