Dolla$

I want them dollars School these bitches, I'm the bad bitch scholar I'm from St. Louis, so you know I'm speak proper Like Hitman, yeah, that nigga wanna holla You can't talk to me, nigga, if you ain't got no commas Bad bitch from the Midwest I'm makin' money now, yeah, I'm big blessed When they see me doin' good, they be in distress They wanna see me fall, these hoes big pressed Scoring points, I'm a referee Put my money where my mouth is, ain't no stoppin' me Boss bitch contest, I'm a nominee Can't hang with no bitch, it's always spilling tea Like, shut the fuck up hoe! You hoes goofy, y'all some clowns I'm already up, yeah, they wanna pull me down See me on TV, your smile turn to a frown Bitch, I'm your queen, bitch, give me my crown I want them dollars If he got pesos, I might call him Papa Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas I want them dollars If he got pesos, I might call him Papa Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas Run up, run up, run up on me Let me tell you, bitch, you gettin' fucked up Learn to shut your mouth and keep your quiet, shut the fuck up Saw you turn your head, I popped my neck, but this ain't Brukup Higher than a house, that's worth the Rustle, nigga, from up Bitch, it's JAAÈ, ain't no Z, I got baby with me It ain't a bitch, doing better, so stop playing with me Somebody lied lil bitch, I'm perfect like I'm playing "For Keeps" They serve me up a silver platter like I'm playing the keys Nigga, catch up, you too slow, can't see you, you suck Niggas trash, though, pussy whipped, I won, man, you done Better to forfeit, so go for it, yes, go give it up Ain't no shade, though, I schooled you, I'm big dad, you son Where them dollars at? Said that you ain't got it, then I'm falling back Can't fuck with a broke body, so I gotta send you back I just seen a hundred bottles coming from the front Just look at the face, it's serving body, giving cunt, nigga I need the green, where them dollars at, nigga? Let me double check the bag, is it money or a nigga? Chopping down, spend some money on a verse You know that Z, my lil' ah! She hold the Glock in the purse! I want them dollars If he got pesos, I might call him Papa Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas I want them dollars If he got pesos, I might call him Papa Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas Hoes can't feel me, even if it was massage Trying to make this song with the queen (Nicki?) Minaj Send 'em attachments, that bitch montage Walk in the building with my boss entourage Center of attention like a sun, I'm a star Out of this world, I'm that bitch like Mars Bitch say I'm weird, yeah, I say I'm bizarre Stay on bitches mind like a long-term star I'm the present cause I'm gifted Need a strong hitter like a way, I'm trying to get lifted Leaping like a frog, bitch, call that bitch ribbit Stay in first place wearing my blue ribbon