Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest [bad word] Something, something
Yeah, that's my [bad word] 
That's my [bad word] Shorty right there
That's my [bad word] That's my [bad word] 
I’ve been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

I paid for them [bad word]  get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion’s, basquiats
She learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me “I fell in love with her”
Seen by actors, ball players and [bad word] dealers
And some lesbians that never loved n-ggas
Twisted love story [bad word] Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I’m a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who’s the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I’m not tryna belittle
But my [bad word] worth money I put Monie in the middle

I’ve been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes ’til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

Go harder than a [bad word] for a [bad word]  gofigure
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That’s right [bad word]  Mona Lisa can’t fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she’s quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all-white?
Put some colored girls in the MOMA
Half these broads ain’t got nothing on Wyldna
Don’t make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, Bring Penelope and Selma in it
Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks word to Andre
Call Larry Gagosian
You belong in museums, you belong in vintage clothes [bad word] the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin’
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoo children, stop lookin’ at her t*ts
Get your own dog, ya heard
That’s my [bad word] 
I’ve been waiting for a long long time
just to get off and throw my hands up high
and live my life
and live my life
just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes ’til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

You have no idea what you’re dealing with
Something on some of this realest sh-t
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah

That’s my [bad word]  That’s my [bad word] Sh-shorty right there? That’s my [bad word] That’s my [bad word]