Let me guess you counting money to the ceiling
Difference 'tween us like at least a couple million
It's foreign cars, pretty girls everywhere you go
Yeah I heard it 30 times on the radio
Lou Vuitton ain't gon' pay you for that bragging
And Donatella prolly never heard your album
Yeah they probably 'bout to label me a hater
But I know these people greater than the songs they created
It's little homies in the hood regurgitating
And everybody watching thinking that you made it
The truth is for a few designer labels and a little bit of paper now you 12 years slaving
Hey but you ain't Lupita
So why you beat up and pushing people to lean on the devil
Copping a seizure
It sound like you put your feet up
You still a slave and money can't buy you freedom partna'
Let me guess you counting money to the ceiling
Difference 'tween us like at least a couple million
It's foreign cars, pretty girls everywhere you go
Yeah I heard it 30 times on the radio
Lou Vuitton ain't gon' pay you for that bragging
And Donatella prolly never heard your album
Yeah they probably 'bout to label me a hater
But I know these people greater than the songs they created
It's little homies in the hood regurgitating
And everybody watching thinking that you made it
The truth is for a few designer labels and a little bit of paper now you 12 years slaving
Hey but you ain't Lupita
So why you beat up and pushing people to lean on the devil
Copping a seizure
It sound like you put your feet up
You still a slave and money can't buy you freedom partna'
poor Nicki
poor Beyst
he dragged our faves
This is like a sentimental, dumbed down version of New Slaves
