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Too many times I told these niggas stop playin' with me, go play with your kids
I don't wanna hear no opinions from people who still got dreams of makin' it big
I don't really care about what you would do if you had this bread or the things you would get
If you was me, you wouldn't work this hard, you don't know how long I been waitin' on this

I'm way too busy to hate on a bitch
Who bank account look like she bankin' on tips
I came up from nothin', way layin' on bricks
Been sleepin' in bandos and payin' no rent
Everyone love you when fame don't exist
When I made a million, they say that I switched
My watch is too pricey, my chain is on lit
My diamonds are icy, I'm skatin' on this
Skatin' like Gretzky back in the '80s
I'm runnin' from 12, but that isn't Brady
You niggas is jel', but that doesn't faze me
I keep to myself if that's what it takes me (Joyner)
The day that you bastards'll play me
Will be the same day me and Jennifer Lopez announce that we gon' be havin' a baby
I'm havin' some twins, there's two in the back
You want the fame, but you won't relax
The difference between me and you is you trash
I'm really a hunnid, you doin' too bad
Uh (A hunnid), look
If I'm at a ten, then you like a two
If you was a ten, then I'd be two hunnid
Divided by two, I'm too good at math, look
They got me started, I'm back on my shit again
She got a fatty, I thought about hittin' it
Hit it for practise like I been auditionin'
Cut a bitch off when she started the bickerin' (Joyner)
Cut a bitch off with the scissors they use when they open the business
And cut the red ribbon with, nigga, I'm ignorant

Mm (Yeah), I been waitin' on this
Devil in the booth, I'm Satan on this
Don't touch the stove, I'm bakin' on this (Way too hot, too hot)
I'm Freddy, I'm Mike, I'm Chucky, I'm Jason on this
Run for your life, you shakin' on this
Got somethin' for a fuck nigga hatin' on this (Look)

All my celebrity crushes, I hit 'em already (Ayy)
Niggas be mad 'cause I did it already
I told them they shorted my dinner already (Joyner)
And I did it all, it ain't shit you could tell me
Got what I wanted, ain't no shit you could give me
Got plenty of Benjis, but now it's more money, more problems
I should have listened to Biggie and this type of livin' is not for beginners
You kinda losin', so I make decisions
Tried to be cool, but I'm not for the business
I got the shooters like rock, paper, scissors
I keep the shooters like rock, paper, scissors
I made the choice, it was not they decision
I'm not gonna listen to rappers who sound like broke records
But no, you did not make the Guinness, I'm highly offended
Only way you niggas gonna get to where you want but you gotta be a gimmick
And even if you made it to the bottom of the pit
And try to climb up to the top, you know I'll prolly be a minute
Niggas always wonder how I'm feelin' and I tell 'em that I feel like I done played the fuckin' lottery and hit it
And if a bitch want me, she gotta be a ten
And if she sendin' me selfies, they gotta be explicit (Joyner)

Mm, yeah, I been waitin' on this
Devil in the booth, I'm Satan on this
Don't touch the stove, I'm bakin' on this (Way too hot, too hot)
I'm Freddy, I'm Mike, I'm Chucky, I'm Jason on this
Run for your life, you shakin' on this
Got somethin' for a fuck nigga hatin' on this

I been waitin' on this (Joyner, Joyner, ayy)
I been waitin' on this (Not now, bitch)
I been waitin' on this (Woah)

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