I got all you bitches in to them good lace-fronts.
Girls is my sons; carry them for eight months.
And yes your premature; Young Money to the core.
Night give you a ticket so you can come and see the tour.
Oh that's ya New Girl? That's that Nint Grade ()
Buck fifty on ya face with the switchblade.
Or the razor, yeah the razor.
She my son yeah, but I ain't raise her.
Miss me Hater; I get that loose leaf paper.
Them V-Necks be studded, them T-Rex be gutted.
I tell them Nicki be chillin; I'ma keep hurting they feelings.
Because you'll never be Jordan, you'll never even be Pippen.
You couldn't even be tripping; you can't afford a vacation.
I'm out on Haiti with Haitians; I'm out in Asia with Asians.
You mad dusty; you a little dusty possum.
I just come throught with the six like my name was blossom.