OH I WANNA BE LIKE HER… ass bitches. be yourself, that’s the only way you’ll prosper baby! -Juku 💋

HOT TOPIC REMIX

Lyrics: 

BOSS: 
i’m so on all these bitches wanna copy off 
only makin boss moves big bidness i been a boss
hatin bitch want sum attention you get no response 
they simple minded but the juku always thinkin out the box 

and ian gotta ask for shit i get what i want
bitch i never gave a fuck cause i’m too nonchalant 
you can’t compare me cause the juku what these bitch not
me and the money stick together we never apart 

just like rihanna need my money bitch asap 
don’t come around me wit a chain cause ima take that
i’m not sorry that im too ill cause i can’t fake that 
im spendin money cause i always get my pay back 

my choppa singin like a bitch of american idol 
heavyweight champ man bitches ain’t takin my title
instead of keepin up wit me you need to check them vitals 
they bow down and throw petals upon my arrival 

blessings on blessings you can call me mr benedict 
ocean gate but i’m not subbin fuck whoever hit 
done dissin bitches cause be real what do i benefit
put a picture up now these bitches throwin hissy fits 

and lastly let me say that i don’t give a fuck 
we ain’t listen to that shit cause all you bitches suck 
x-man on you bitches like im elon musk 
and if you goin up against me bitch good luck 

HARD: 
my flow is like a dick cause it’s so hard 
these bitches always stealin so i gotta clutch my goyard 
bitches cannot catch up i been passed em bitch im so far 
mimick all my moves juku coded all these bitches who my clones are  

no souilja boy but my niggas carry many draco’s 
don’t get me started on these bitches i’m better and they know 
try not to fight when i step in im coming for KOs 
im stackin yen, all the money and even them pesos 

presidential so these bitches gone do what i say so 
im too real i don’t parlay wit losers and fake hos 
thumbs down when they rap bitch im throwin tomato’s 
on demon time but im a angel my crown is a halo 

fuck this beat and it’s always fuck these bitches too 
s/o the juku bitches never could do what chu do 
they can’t fuck wit me i’m uno you the number two
i’m all in and these bitches is still in the queue 

im a 10 you is some nada
expensive i’m draped in prada 
beatin bitches like piñatas 
they broke my pockets fatta 

bitch i’m winning check the data 
they hatin but it don’t matta 
these bitches goin out sadda 
i got two bitches like kappa

BOSS/HARD

Lyrics: 

runway, i call it face time 
ain’t no open spot and you can’t take mine 
these niggas on my phone like a dateline 
been ahead of these bitches they on the baseline

tyra im so tyra 
real expensive all these niggas gotta buy ha
cool off these bitches cause the tyra on fire 
everything a 10 you could never deny ha 

i’m so tyra take me to the bank nigga 
ain’t no competition i do whatchu can’t can’t nigga 
i’m a visual presentation of what call a paid nigga 
the realest bitch i cant hang around a fake nigga 

pay nigga
influence bitches cause im way sicka 
money in my images this what you call a paid picture 
i mean im pretty but they pick me cause im way thicka
call my choppa my new boyfriend cause i stay wit em

americas model always been a top bitch 
i’m kettlecorn cause im always gonna pop shit 
and he gon lick it till it’s clean, spotless 
bitches got no talent so i know they finna mock this 

stop it 
it’s a lotta hunnids in my pocket 
i’m withdrawing these niggas but they money i deposit
it’s like i’m shopping everyday but in my closet 
pull ya face card im like ew, vomit 

sofia always been the first bitch 
ain’t no comparing to these bitches cause they not worth it
anything other than the juku will be ya worst pick 
married to nothing but the money that was my first kiss 

i been a problem they need to stay home 
he buss quick wit me it never take long 
first class bitch yea i stay gone 
i’m makin plays on my cell dis a pay phone

TYRA

LYRICS: 

i got too many pieces you cannot afford 
steppin on bitches for fun when im bored 
i ride in bentleys they can’t fuck wit me bitches be riding in honda accords 
i’m on the top of the list im the top pick you bitches is not on the board 
im too busy winnin bitch check on the score 
dont playtime wit bitches im not into sports 

bitch im the bomb pussy da bomb 
i feel like jerry they chasin like tom 
don’t see no bitches like where is the comp 
i be in shit that came from vietnam 

you play the back 
i’m in the front and im sending you bitches all back to the back 
sofia the first my crown in my purse and that’s why you bitches be comin in last 


fuck who be flopping bitch who really rap 
these bitches gone hype anything on a app 
between me and bitches is where it’s a gap 
you can’t even fuck wit the shit that i scrap 

these bitches gon do what i say when i snap 
it’s fuck pussy niggas like bring out the strap 
dk why she thinkin she better i did it in my own you bitches was needin a pack 

prada givenchy im juku davinci 
i can’t miss my bread ill be there in a jiffy 
my waist be so gone im like damn im too skinny 
say you winnin against me you thinkin in theory 
im never gone argue wit bitches who be suckin milk that come out of the illest bitch titty 
theyll never choose you cause that’ll be like a dumb nigga who switchin out dimes for a penny 

duck cause airing shit out wit a semi 
i’ll change a bitch life tell er get it in wit me 
they do what i do cause they see that it’s trendy 
not giving two f’s when i put on my fendi 
my face be so pretty and nah ian friendly 
quick to ice a bitch lip if she talk and offend me 

big flexer x5 
ima flexer 
they can’t check her 
ima flexer

BIG FLEXER

REAL LIFE STUNNA

Lyrics: 

nun of these bitches can see me i’m john cena 
cop my fans a ticket now im selling out arenas 
tell em ice my tennis ian talkin bout serena 
and my pussy way to wet i got em thinkin im latina 

man i find it way to easy to make these bitches throw tantrums 
and i’m having too much money to beefin wit a random 
how tf is that cho nigga when he be sayin im handsome 
i let these bitches have my beat cause i done already ran em 

uh balenciaga crocs to show these bitches they not fuckin wit me 
sleep next to the bank cause i know the money gon cuddle wit me 
diggin her own grave i always gotta keep a shovel wit me 
they got a lot to say but is bitches really gon scuffle wit me 

yall be so federal it’s like im running from the law 
ain’t speaking money then he lucky if i come at all 
i got choppa for these bitches if they moving flaw 
giving bitches orders yes i make em follow protocol t

these bitches only get attractive when they pull they pants off 
say my body so smooth he can’t keep his hands off 
fyi you can’t get rid of me so call the plan off 
you bitches can’t get next to me there will never be a standoff 

la la la la la la la i can’t hear you 
juku they so pressed cause these bitches they can’t get near you 
they see how you be rappin that’s why bitches gotta fear you 
it’s tyra gassing bitches i’m the one who’s gonna steer you 

my intuition be tellin me show my ass like it’s hump day 
bitches checkin for me so ima give em a update 
i don’t click wit bitches i’m never the type to pump fake 
if you go fagainst me the shit gon go one way 

shoes wit the red bottom i got me a bloody walk 
these bitches pussy they gon stand behind and let they buddy talk  
they tryna be me got these bitches grouping up in study halls 
ain’t gotta clear up who i’m talking to bitch it’s all of yall 

i’m starting to get a little bored of all of dis winnin 
and ima put that shit on i’m 2 fly like a pigeon 
and ima boss cause if i have a want then ima get it 
and tell these niggas to stop acting like and dressing like women

JOHN CENA

lyrics: 
 
HOOK: 

Diamonds and baguettes all on my neck 
I tell yo Nigga come rip Em off 

Put me up in the bed 
And start doing the most I’m like a rocket we popping off 

Pussy so good 
He flip me over 
The Nigga gone call that shit super soft 

Swinging my hips from the left to right 
He say 
I got me Stupid walk 

PLAYAA: 
He say I got me 
A stupid walk 

Lemme just walk it off 

Bitches so dizzy 
These bitches be goofing off 

Look at yo maekup the mug is still slipping off 

Ion fuck wit MAC 
Send me a gift card 

You 
see 
I 
don’t give no fucks 

Speaking on playaa will get a hoe touched 
Trynna get active you poppin or what 

Yo word play 
Never get me up

Bitches be cracking it 
lemme just can it 

Saving every new bitch 
Super man ing 
Fly in the air 
like im shooting a cannon 

Get out my classroom I’m hosting 
Nick cannon 

Nxgga im just to bad 
I see yo bitch to mad 

I like to walk up on water like Jesus 
Lil baby cause I am just to fab

Bitches be dissing like to bad 
Bitches be dissing like who dat 

I might just have a confession cause 
Bitch it’s so crazy my mind is the problem cause I’m neva shooting no blank

JUKU: 

got em like oh damn who that over there 
she put that shit on and she got sum nice hair 
i see other bitches but i do not care 
just wait till you see all this ass when it’s bare 

when they see me coming they hold a pose 
i guess somebody should’ve told these hoes 
i shit on these bitches by puttin on clothes 
and dont fw bitches who don’t follow code 

soundclouds finest 
they can’t see me in the slightest 
don’t care bout opinions you bitches be biased 
pull up in shit that you bitches can’t ride iin 
can’t keep a nigga her pussy the driest 

tell a bitch any time any place like i was janet 
ain’t do the cypher cause they know i ran it 
i know when i drop i make bitches panic 
pretty like dorothy came straight outta kansas 

hold up wait 
how you feel cause i feel great 
can’t argue wit bitches who name hold no weight 
ain’t seen a bitch yet who can fuck wit my face 
i see that they likin the way my name taste 

mansion i’m waking up in a masion 
turn fake on me say hello to the cannon 
bitches all on me no air they be fannin 
too busy winnin i know they can’t stand it 

damn why do these bitches do anything just to keep itching for stamps 
tell i’m champ 
tell em im better than dem 
tell em im the illest in the camp 
tell em im chewin these bitches i’m eating these bitches they suckin me i am a vamp 
they do not want it cause ima be the first one who gone pull out my ass and show out like a tramp 

harajuku hyphen tyra 
keepin these bitches inspired 
they couldn’t fuck wit me even if i was to let up on bitches and fuckin retire 
don’t know why bitches was thinkin that they was the
one for the job bitch you is fired 
you bitches is best if used by tell em im coming and when i get there all these bitches they time is expired

STUPID WALK

lyrics up later. haven’t did a remix in 4evrrrrr, hope the girls enjoy the new flows and me showing bitches what they can’t do lmfao. s/o to D$ 💖

MONEYMADELLC (JUKU’S VERSION)

DOUBLE DROP! lyrics soon. back on my consistent ish :)

BIG TIPPER

Lyrics: 

when they sleep they think about me i’m a dream killer 
no competition wit these bitches dey ain’t seen iller 
always standin on business guess that’s why dey seat fillers 
they could never outdo me guess that’s why they be bitter 

anyways you see i’m steppin in sum fly shit 
think they losing they mind they be on high shit 
he never pickin n choosin cause im a top pick 
and bitch im the topic since i came in always been the topic 
 
im never trippin bout a nigga got a boat load 
me vs bitches an notice how they ain’t got no votes 
and when you bitches gon switch it and get cha own flow 
and she know she flopping that’s why bitches scared to post a solo 


new new new money monica
light em up like it’s hanukkah 
chockin on too much dick bitches blowin me like harmonicas 
overall so they honor ha 
what i do bitches monitor 
i’m all about financials im addin up like a auditor 


been bad since nokias and blackberries 
i think my clip got a dick all these rounds that this mac carry 
look em in the eyes when we switchin it up to missionary 
army full of hating bitches i’m revolutionary 

head game make a nigga wanna ice my throat 
s/o to botting glad i never had to price my growth 
and whatchu mean which one i want bitch i want both 
these bitches could never beat me they ain’t ever comin close 

i mean 
they not on i mean 
what im on i mean 
its to easy to carry on these bitches songs i mean 
am i wrong i mean 
get em gone i mean 
i body bitches and i do it on my own i mean 

uh bitch im really the one 
and like i said lebron 
you & bitches really my son 
and who can really rap like this you can’t compare to none 
i keep sum niggas that stay hungry got em ready to hunt 

and idgaf who they think they is wit these titles on 
bad asf in real life tell these bitches check the file ho  
bitches cannot rap on these beats that they see me ridin on 
tell er hit the booth but she ain’t even on that timin tho 

man shall i even keep going 
from the bars to the flow you bitches really be borin 
bitch married to the money we ain’t never divorcin 
and i don’t have to try so hard so this is really a warnin 

bitch i’m highest on the pedestal 
flow is so incredible 
pussy too sweet i got em high like off a edible 
they music so unbearable 
bitch i’m so uncomparable 
you bitches can’t rap always bragging bout numericals 

tyra tyra tyra tyra 
im tyra 
so tyra 
really tyra 
bitch i’m tyra

TYRA’S DIARY

lyrics: 

HOOK:
paper pursuit 
these bitches follow my route 
i can’t be seen in the booth 
blacked out benz i’m never stuntin these bitches i pull up wit 20 a coupe 
sick of these bitches 
they bottin numbers and paying for features just to find a group 
can’t say nun about me they makin up lies just to feel like they got one up by spreading fake news 

bandz all that i run up is bandz 
bitches keep up like a fan 
i do not wait need my shit in advance 
hottest one out give these bitches a tan 

i switch it up on a bitch like i’m trans 
can’t see a bitch they ain’t getting a glance 
pull out the drac and make these bitches dance 
and i won’t argue bout numbers they shit is a scam 

i treat the bank like a monument 
if he got money im tellin my bitches invite em in 
ain’t good for nothin incompetent 
guess i can give it to bitches for havin the confidence 

strictly the pape what i’m chasin 
i’m at the top and you hoes career still in the makin 
i take the air from a nigga i got em hooked he say my pussy breath takin 

uh 
bitch i got 2k on my solos 
ain’t begging for features from broke hos 
and i don’t have to edit my photos i mean 

uh 
and ian giving these bitches no promo 
she need cool points from a bozo 
 i be killing these bitches wit slow flows i mean 

uh 
and if i want it ima get both those 
i’m smoking on bitches i blow hoes 
and im laughing they write they own jokes i mean 

uh 
and on any beat i go loco 
my chain make em freeze like snow cones 
don’t see competition they all clones i mean 

hahaha 
i’m really laughin at bitches 
i’m gagging at bitches 
what made you think you spit harder me please you is the last of these bitches 
came in the game i’m takin over you can see why im surpassing these bitches 
makin em sweat wit ease please somebody cop a wash rag for these bitches 

they knew to respect a bitch from the beginning 
don’t know how to lose i got used to me winning 
thick then a muthafucka i cannot relate to bitch cause her pockets be thinnin 
who tf you think they pinnin 
two goofy bitches and they be so proud to be twinnin 
and what they do i invented 
and if you keep dissin i hope you start pushing ya pen in

PAPER PURSUIT

LYRICS: 

everyday they clickin up its like they recruitin bitches 
if i pull this tool out ima hang all these bitches i’m puttin sum screws in these bitches 
eatin it up im like food to these bitches
who i fw only few of these bitches  
first they be living then they go where the wind go that’s why i just be chillin & cool off these bitches 

check clear, skin clear 
and bitch i’m richer than all of my peers 
same flows where’s the improvement bitches been sounding the same and been at it for years 
bitch i’m so high and i’m talkin bout tiers 
bitches need promo so why would i care 
if anything im doing favors mention my name only time that these bitches get ears 

tell em i’m champ 
illest bitch out in the camp 
i bring it in by the 4 
money bags needin a clamp 
i don’t see no competition 
so stop tryna do whatchu can’t 
tell em im champ 
tell em im champ 

compare me to who cant compare me to none 
lining it up and im always in front 
these bitches ain’t eating without me guess i can bless wit my present provide for my sons 
niggas is bitches like time of the month 
can’t keep it up give bitches a bump 
honestly i would hate to still cannot beat me like why is it 4 vs 1 

ian stuntin shit tho 
bitches in love wit me it shows 
choppa will make these bitches wanna dance diamonds be hitting like disco 
get on a beat and i rip those 
bitches ain’t stompin on this show 
they only come around cause they be plottin thinkin im finna give info 

i gotta a glock in my pocket
im making deposits
and showing bitches how it go 
they cannot do so they knock it 
but they cannot stop it 
i’m starting to think bitches slow 
look at they face and i vomit 
you bitches is not it 
said this a real long time ago 
i am the reason they profit 
let’s start being honest 
it’s time to send these bitches home  

it really been time to send dem bitches home 
stuck in they head in this bitch like a comb 
bitches ain’t mother i got the crown how you just let me take you off of the throne 
idk how i can beef wit a clone 
fuck whatchu hear i came up on my own 
bitch i’m a star and they can’t check me why would i beef wit a rookie when i been a pro

CHAMP

BAR$ (Freestyle)

IM BACK! 

lyrics: 


hadda take off but im back in the lamb 
so undefeated they know im a champ 
i cant show love to bitches cause she gone be quick to go run back and say i’m a fan 
still on they ass from december to jan 
pull up air out on a bitch like a spam 
don’t pay attention to these bitches whatever she said let er know that i don’t give a damn 

bitch i’m doggin niggas like petco 
what one won’t do another will i elsa niggas i let go 
they bars offline no talk time i think they carry wit metro 
tell em get low 
i came in on these bitches neck they knew from the get go 

tell the truth 
no dispute 
i really go ape when im in the booth 
they can’t relate im grown folk i was never the one that was for the youth 
beat up the bank im getting money too much that they wanna call it abuse 
these bitches can’t move unless approve 
it’s in me not on me i’m living proof 

uh polish ya p nigga 
not talkin usher they wanna trade places cause im who they feinin to be nigga 
so undeniable bitches can’t lie that’s why they always gotta agree nigga 
i don’t shit for the free nigga 
expensive i come wit a fee nigga 
vip nigga 

money callin onna home phone 
real bitch i was homegrown 
you a rookie nigga i’m pro zone 
thumbin through the racks as i rode home 

stupid walk and my face on 
bitches mad cause they ain’t known 
can’t name a bitch that ain’t been biting off others and these bitches swear that they ain’t clones 

she dropped the ball she fumbled 
im the one that they come fo
when tf they gonna get it i’m one the best like fuck bein humble 
bitches ugly wit one flow 
floor seats we front row 
they always be wantin the formula go ask eugene since you bitches must know 

pockets fatter than a honey bun 
ghostin bitches wit a tommy gun 
i been on the shit that they be on came out the pussy a winner i already won 
trophies nigga i got a bunch 
money pies what i eat for lunch 
and i can’t be fake about shit i don’t like you bitches i just be around for the fun 

haha i just be around the fun 
bitches be posting in labels like that’s from yo mama lil baby we know you a bum 
using these bitches for batteries just to get parked now bitches needing a jump 
never the two bitch i’m always the one 
throw bitches out cause they music a dump

LIVING PROOF

LYRICS: 

BLITZ: 

i’m only in places where money reside 
i’m straight on these bitches like hetero
got rainbow money i feel like it’s pride 
i’m moving sum shit come from mexico 
not sparing these bitches ain’t no second chances 
look at they numbers they very low 
how you tryna catch up but chu very slow 
ian beefin wit bitches i barley know ah 

i can get these bitches gone for a band 
got bullets in bulk for a bitch like i’m sam’s 
i can say im undefeated cause who really winnin when they go against a real champ 
the illest i got me a cough still on they ass i make bitches wanna go revamp 
call me a 10 i’m sum like a gram 
turn niggas on bitch i feel like a lamp

uh and while they on clown shit i be getting to it
bitches coulda been got a feature they on weird shit so they been blew it 
they wanna get interactions so bitches do anything to say that we into it 
i’m winnin while you bitches been losin
entitled so it go how i view it 

do it 
move it 
prove it 
don’t do no talkin i don’t do no provin 
u-hauling bitches tell em get to movin 
bet if i pull out they get to groovin 
ian fall for that shit like you gotta come harder like who the fuck you think you foolin 
and they can’t do shit unless im approvin 
808 beating bitches i be boomin 

got so many shooters i pull up on bitches out numbered like call it a blitz 
it’s really that serious bitches know to watch they mouth cause they knowin how it can get 
like what do you mean my niggas will spread a bitch open dat choppa make em do the splits 
these bitches get numbers and think they can rap im sorry lil baby but you need to quit 

first year 50k 
i’m the one these bitches they lookin fo 
check my page you can see it i’m the one these bitches checkin fo 
drop when i want ain’t no rush they gon tune in cause im better ho 
money drop in a envelopes 
teachin bitches like take ya notes 

alright let me chill 
ass so fat like cop a feel 
hot commodity big deal 
i’m the one who’s really ill 
i’m the one that’s trained to kill 
this ain’t for play this not a drill 
high maintenance keep a fill 
piping hot like bring the grill 

uh bitch i’m 22 on 22s 
what ima get in today so many options i got plenty coupes 
eating you bitches feelin obese never hungry i got plenty food 
flow nasty like attitude 
talk shit i’m hella rude 



BOSS 2: 

that’s so ironic 
they say i’m iconic 
pull up get my money then i dash like im sonic 
man this choppa like a mutant it got me feeling bionic 
spinnin in sum all black got bitches thinkin we gothic 

i be wanting all the smoke like a fein now tell me who got it 
ian pullin up for free gotta book me like im in college 
im the one that’s gonna solve it if bitches havin a problem 
i be skippin to my cheese nigga run me my cottage 

yea it really get like that 
ain’t never stressing bout no money ima get right back 
run through niggas like a plumber like i been piped that 
i’m only right for a nigga that’s why he been swiped that 

sharp shooters man my niggas been sniped that 
bossy the boss i’m a boss feel like i got life hacked 
and i be ballin on bitches and now i feel like shaq
and tell these bitches give it up cause all they shit been whack 

i’m dropping every other month but my page still do numbers 
like climate change they done brought a cold bitch to summer
i only get em for his money i dont wanna be lovers 
im covered in money butter cant see the floor money clutter

BLITZ / BOSS II

Lyrics: 

chase money it feel like vitamin good for my body my paper prenatal 
i pull it out and i aim for the face i feel like giving these bitches a facial 
just left the mall i done spent a few faces got different money in all different racials
niggas be spendin i only want labels 
and for the bitches that’s hating i’m grateful 

opps in the buildin we causing a scene 
sippin on dirty but my money clean 
bitches be wanting attention i’m takin they face and im spreadin it in all in between 
can’t get enough of me call em a fein 
too many carrots like come kiss the ring 
diamonds on chandelier wrist on marine 
wake up get money den pray the routine 

bitches is chop but im ina lamb 
fast money feel like a scam 
got bitches wishing to be what i am 
this when you living the life of the fchamp 

shoes on short bus fly shit only let bitches know that my money retarded 
she look a fool bitches can’t fw me fein for a mention it go disregarded 

tell em get on they can’t too bad i guess you bitches ain’t up for the job 
got a white nigga he spending some racks can’t say his  name so we callin em bob 
i’m keepin it cool im keepin it player stuntin on bitches that’s hating afar 
spend it again wakin up feelin i wanna go drop a house on a car

and when i lay me down so asleep 
i pray for my riches and my soul to keep 
walk by faith and not by fright 
and step on these bitches that’s wanting my life 

wrist on cold stone 
always got motion like roll stone 
bitches know talk in a low tone 
smoking on ozone 
i cannot share with these bitches my name on this shit no co own 

pick up ya pen if i was the judge of this shit i’d be tellin these bitches to go home 
diamonds on candy paint i’m glossy all the mad bitches the ones that i snow on 
if it’s a problem callin my niggas telling em all of the bitches to blow on 
i see that bitches still watching page i guess im giving sum to take note on

PLAYERS PRAYER

lyrics: 

bitch my money right turn signal 
ian talkin im ferb wit em 
bitches ain’t no competition try to compete oh they got sum nerve in em 
mad asf i do not blame em bitches ugly and got hurt in em 
dtb got disturb in em 
high speed got herb in em 

get dressed like it’s fashion week 
they broke and they fashion weak 
wrist froze master piece 
top down bag obese 

pussy water like pensacola 
nyquil put em in a coma 
money green machine bitch thick as hell feel like black fiona 

higher level transcending bitches 
solo dolo ain’t befriending bitches 
what the fuck do you mean i don’t give a F like it’s fendi in it 
if you want it put a penny in it 
keep a nine like sex offend damn why i bring kenny in it 
money bags got plenty in it 

cooking a bitch ona stove they be so pressed cus i be stirring the pot 
tell em believe all the rumors they be deflecting im the one stirring the plot 
bitches gon fein for moment when they see me winning im sending replies from the top 
bitches get features to still be a flop 
life still lifein they wanna swap 

ms cornbread no post opp 
dti no roblox 
never bigger than the program want all the smoke like hotbox 
pussy popping in the top spot 
switchin lambs like car hop 
dese hoes sum orphan bitches they life on its the hard knock broke bitch

BLACK FIONA

GET REAL

Lyrics: 

bitch i’m champagne toastin 
money spread like lotion 
sippin on sum purple i get loaded off that potion 
damn i’m just gone keep on winnin got me feelin like im chosen 
while these bitches stay on stagnant im the one that’s having motion 


goyard duffle full of hunnids feel like im a walking ticket 
got sum niggas that’ll put it on they head like a fitted 
on a island blowin in the wind i’m feelin like bob dylan 
this shit getting way to easy everyday a gift like christmas 

such a rich phenomenon 
stackin cheese dat parmesan
they rap is never eating everyday for them like ramadan 
i’m better pussy wetter my go getter he the one i want 
bitch i’m getting money i don’t have a care i’m nonchalant 

bands on a a lot bars giving them imprisonment 
but i do no tellin if anything i was innocent 
i dead em get away like i forgot that bitches did exist 
living so lavida bitch i’m glowing bitch i’m heaven sent 

wine glass silk robe high ceilings lookin like a boss 
spending every penny make it back no matter what it cost 
keep the lights on wanna see it comin offa soft 
bitches can’t make music cus they doin it just for a spot 

twirl a bitch like ballerinas 
god of rap feel like athena 
consider they niggas took if they dumb and let a bitch see em 
ian goin for the record i blow niggas like katrina 
she do everything like me finna start sending out subpoena’s 

can’t be fucked wit 
bet i make em nut quick 
bitches know wassup like pride month you know im tuckin 
winnin like it’s nothin 
and i got em crushin 
i don’t fw w 12 tell dat nigga we ain’t cuffin 

damn do i really gotta revive her career again 
hittin replay i got the shit they wanna hear again 
you still suck go work on it disappear again 
aint no competition wit these bitches cus i’m here to win 

passport junkie only time that i’m trippin on em 
money hungry bitch ain’t got my cheese then i’m dippin on em 
pussy supa soaka got cha nigga and i’m drippin on em
tell em to get up wit me forgot they can’t cus bitch i’m busy 

chorus

CHAMPAGNE TOASTIN

lyrics: 

all i do is get fly get by nigga 
he know im the prize nigga 
i don’t wanna talk just put the money in my eyes nigga 
rainforest money amazon i’m in my prime nigga 
foot all on they neck im trained to go i like to slide niggas


schapperelli got my belly gone 
drunk af off deleon 
i’m the teeth collector fist a bitch and get my fairy on 
freaky like a scorpio i’m octobers very own 
small bag bitches shouldn’t talk i tell em carry on 

walk around wit my nose up a bum can’t touch me 
kill a broke ass nigga if he think he finna fuck me 
all the shit these bitches tryna do is because me 
and i got like 12 niggas they all tryna cuff me 


uh ride around on some bullshit 
bitches better get to duckin cus i like to pull shit 
they rap is asinine they be on some sound a fool shit 
diamonds keep me chillin bitch i’m always on some cool shit 

yea bitch i’m skipping to the finer things 
bitches tryna end me tryna say i like the minor things 
pull niggas in my sleep please believe i like the nicer things 
can’t do nothing for me im the illest onto higher things 

anyways im paid im pretty that’s the shit i’m fluent in 
bitches mentally ill finna send em to the loony bin 
if you so much better bitch why you always losin then 
had to take my ass off these niggas tryna do me in 

dolce & gabana shades 
come mere bae it’s time to play 
married to the game dressin up like it’s my bridal day 
always get the final say 
they gossipin they life away 
bum bitches only mad because

G3T FLY

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