THat Part

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part

Bang this shit in the hood one time

Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'

Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options

Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin' lanes... that part

Bet my bitch move the same old thing... that part

405 with the gun off safety... that part

Ayy I'm still tryna make that plate

Rich or poor, nigga, choose your fate

Style on top of style, nigga

Five years I've been rich, nigga

Drove Beamers down Fig, nigga

Pushed Porsches down Broadway

I've been doggin' different hoes, nigga

Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, nigga

Got an engine back with the top in it

Nigga drivin' it like it's a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! (That part)

Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle

Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe

I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me

Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ

Y'all don't feel me, man this ain't okay

Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded

Rich nigga, still eatin' catfish

That bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish

If I walk up out of Saks Fifth

Have the paparazzi doin' backflips

If I lay you down on the mattress

Blow the back out 'til you backless

Thick, we already established

She just got 'em done, bra-strapless

Yeah! Okay, okay, okay, okay! (That part)

Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle (That part)

Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part

Bang this shit in the hood one time

Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'

Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options

Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain't changed... that part

Me, my girl got matchin' bling... that part

I'ma get so blowed, I'ma lose my brain... that part

Me and XO only thing go straight

Need me a bitch that'll go both ways

Style on top of style, nigga

Since a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga

Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga

When I was broke, I had to sauce, nigga

Got a Chevy with side to side on it

Hundred spokes, the dana danes on it

Got a chopper that stand at 5'2"

I put your homies down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part That part That part

Walkin' livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe

Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe

Pippen at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan

Trippin' at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy

Ain't say shit, nigga

You was listenin' close though

You was listenin' to hoes though

You wouldn't listen to the flow though

Listen to the 'Go

Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go though

I'ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?

When I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q

And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg

Get that nigga on the phone

Top Dawg on the phone!

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!