| She in love with the dope, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga | 
| She in love with the gold, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger | 
| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga | 
| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers | 
| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga | 
| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga | 
| I got plot on the drinks, I got money in the bank | 
| I can put some niggas on you like piranhas in the tape | 
| All these thirsty bitches I heard like piranhas in the tape | 
| All these bitches out here hoeing are regardless what you think | 
| Go the hardest in the bank, I buy hard and you can’t | 
| Fuck that bitch like no tomorrow, she gon' swallow like a drink | 
| She gon' chase you with the balls and the miley on her sing | 
| I’m a star, I’m a shine like the diamonds in my lane | 
| Chillin' with my feet up, gotta keep my heat up | 
| Call her meet, I meet her, she must want that pussy beat up | 
| I know how to treat her, swear I switch the switcher | 
| Smoke her like fajitas, hit her and then delete her (delete her) | 
| She in love with the dope, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga | 
| She in love with the gold, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger | 
| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga | 
| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers | 
| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga | 
| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga | 
| Bitch, you’re a bitch | 
| Ricky P said you was talking that shit | 
| How you’re a hoe when you ain’t rich? | 
| Need to open your mouth up and eat a dick | 
| Niggas paying for pussy fucking up the gang | 
| Say they’re players but they’re squares, you’re so fucking lame | 
| Stop saying you’re a pimp when you’re tricking nigga | 
| You ain’t a pimp, you’re just simp | 
| Took her out the street, you put new shoes on her feet | 
| She gon' fuck another rapper, she gon' fuck an athlete | 
| You could turn her into a wife, but she still gon' be a freak | 
| It’s young Khalifa man, now just practice what I preach | 
| Bitch, I ain’t paying them! | 
| She in love with the dope, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga | 
| She in love with the gold, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger | 
| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga | 
| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers | 
| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga | 
| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga | 
| Okay, this for all my niggas, got a dope case | 
| Don’t play, police tap your phone looking for hoze | 
| Okay, they even got some pics of all our Rose | 
| No way you never would’ve thought it would be your day | 
| Okay, what about that hoe? | 
| She thirsty | 
| No way, never trust these hoes, it ain’t the old days | 
| No way, I don’t get no fuck about no hoe say | 
| No way, she ain’t good for nothing but some foreplay | 
| Ahh ahh, should’ve never let her see no foe-way | 
| Tell that bitch what she wanna hear, that’s the old way | 
| Shouldn’t have let her see the crib, she won’t go away | 
| Fuck that bitch and replace her, that’s a throwaway | 
| She in love with the dope, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga | 
| She in love with the gold, nigga | 
| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger | 
| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga | 
| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers | 
| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga | 
| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga |