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I heard ni*gas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you nig*as anyway, two b*tches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh*t, sh*t to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my d*ck
That's the tip, mhm

I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don't leave your b*tch alone in the room with me
Tying rope, comatose in a coma, homie
Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie

Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie
So I'ma keep making millions, independent homie
The money greener than the reefer, Wiz Khalifa showed me
I'm up in London smoking skunky with some (real ni*gas only)

I heard nig*as say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you ni*gas anyway, two b*tches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh*t, sh*t to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my d*ck
That's the tip, mhm

[Hook:]
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with no Hollywood ni*gas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, ni*ga

I don’t drive no Honda ni*ga, only f*ck with foreign wheels
I don’t drive the speed limit nig*a, always drive with my windows tinted
I don’t f*ck with no petty change, I only f*ck with them big faces
I don’t f*ck with no right lanes, Cuban chains Rolex faces

I don't f*ck with no ratchet b*tches, Maybach, two classic b*tches
I don't turn up on your time, Tina Turner she smacking b*tches
B*tches change like February, I don't dress like Tyler Perry
I don't wear no button up, fuck that even if she married

Pus*y all in my vocabulary, she s*ck it wet like an aqaur'
I don't f*ck with no librarians, shy b*tches and talking parakeets
I don't f*ck with no broke bitches, I don't f*ck with no petty ni*gas
I don't listen to none of these b*tches, only f*ck with my money ni*ga

I heard ni*gas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you nig*as anyway, two b*tches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh*t, sh*t to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my d*ck
That's the tip, mhm

[Hook:]
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with no Hollywood ni*gas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, ni*ga

I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with no Hollywood ni*gas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, ni*ga