(Hit-Boy)

Drip hard but I make shit look easy (easy)
Can't find the fit up in Nieman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greezy (slime)
Run up the score 'til it's even
Blocked his number but the nigga can't leave me (dub 'em)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas, tank never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (out)

Pull up hoppin' out the Hellcat but I look heaven sent (godly)
Me and my niggas movin' on up, nah, we ain't the Jefferson's (at all)
Post a pic up on a island, and the location somewhere you ain't never been
Slidin' back to back, strapped up, windows tinted, feelin' like the president
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout Obama, fo'nem got the Uzi if you want that drama (hol' up)
All my bitches hollerin', "Period," but best believe they gettin' to the commas (oops)
Puttin' me next to these bitches, I'm feelin' like Tank to an Adrien Bronner (knockout)
I could pull up to your hood today, they got respect for me like I'm your honor (it show)

Too turnt, I might crash the whip, got all brown bitches like activist (brown skin)
These hoes my mini me's, fuck around, I ain't even gotta have kids (lil' girl)
I heard your new flex can't even fuck with me in my past tense (haha)
Knock your apple off when my boy hit you with that MAC-10 (grrah)
He could have a Richie Millie but when you this pretty, bet he wanna make time
Real bitch but a nigga askin' for my number, probably got a fake line (one hunnid)

Drip hard but I make shit look easy (easy)
Can't find the fit up in Nieman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greezy (slime)
Run up the score 'til it's even
Blocked his number but the nigga can't leave me (dub 'em)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas, tank never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (out)

Cut my grass down, I milk these niggas like cash cows (cash)
Porsche too fast now, puttin' in work like it's my last route (I'm on it)
I hate flexes and bitch niggas, call 'em cap and gown
Told the plug show me his diet plan, that nigga keep addin' pounds (uh)
I be with bitches who pretty and paid but back in the day we was heathens (ratchet)
Nigga you told me you stay with that iron, your doctor told me you anemic (fire)
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass like I'm in the Garden of Eden (slimey)
He try to play then I'm takin' his dad, I'm sonnin' that nigga, we even (swap 'em)
This ice probably change the season (yeah)
So fine I get paid for features (uh-huh)
Winnin' now, they say the game cheatin'
I'm the future like I got a readin' (queen)
Long as that nigga keep playin' his role, he part of the cast (action)
If your release date the same as mine, that's a death drop
You gettin' dragged, bitch

Drip hard but I make shit look easy (easy)
Can't find the fit up in Nieman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greezy (slime)
Run up the score 'til it's even
Blocked his number but the nigga can't leave me (dub 'em)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas, tank never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (out)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Seandrea Sledge