Flick O'da Wrist

I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch, aye, she ain't shit Chef Woes teach you how to whip it, it's all in the flick o'da wrist Made all them hits, but I can't drop the rap game lame as shit Soon I get rich I'm goin' golfin', start getting paid to hit All these rap niggas trash, man, these niggas get paid to miss Lately I been in my bag, you can go ahead and save the bitch Aye, soon as I get that pack, I'm gon' pay to sip Aye, and soon as I get my racks, I'm gettin' a major kit Aye, put the lame hoes to the side, they just wasn't made for this I be geeked up all the time, she said, let's get faded then She asked me what my sign is, I told her it's the dollar one All black all the time, I'm startin' to look like Prada, son With me, you always safe you know we got, like, all the guns Niggas think they winnin' the race, it's sad I already won I ain't finish the song, but it's already done Tell these rap niggas guard me up My wrist bout a 42, and he gets all the love Too turnt, Too turnt, Too turnt, Too turnt, bitch, I'm TNT Eyes red behind these cartis, I can't see in these Rich bitch she know I got it, we speak gwoponenes You ain't got it all next time, then you can't shop with me Ran off on my prod, bitch, I robbed the beat Aye, these niggas ain't got no sauce, so they gon' copy me I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch, aye, she ain't shit Chef Woes teach you how to whip it, it's all in the flick o'da wrist Made all them hits, but I can't drop the rap game lame as shit Soon I get rich I'm goin' golfin', start getting paid to hit All these rap niggas trash, man, these niggas get paid to miss Lately I been in my bag, you can go ahead and save the bitch Aye, soon as I get that pack, I'm gon' pay to sip Aye, and soon as I get my racks, I'm gettin' a major kit