50/50

Ayy, YSL, pipe 'em up, bro
Yeah

Money getter, I'm a money spender, you a runner
I ain't goin' fifty-fifty with no nigga, I'm a hundred
Fuck I look like?
Silly hoes hatin', please address me as a boss boo
Bad bitch, Ms. Turn-His-Head-When-I-Walk-Through (Yeah)
Ho, you delirious

He ain't talkin' hundreds for this pussy, I ain't hearin' it

You got money askin' me where mines, you the weirdest
Bitch, don't check for me unless that check you got clearin'

What? I'm a mogul, nigga

Speakin' on a rich bitch, don't make me expose you niggas
He don't trick, I make him change his mind the first week, uh
I'm too pretty to be sittin' in the nosebleeds (Yeah)
Court side, white toes, my ass heat up the whole seat
Head to toe, I be gettin' ate, bitch, I'm gon' eat

Caramel on his tongue whenever he lick me
Nigga dick small, probably why his balls so pissy
Meek, pull on your knees, how you standin' on business?
Akademiks, you a bitch, why you speakin' on women?
Yeah, leave him 'lone
Mr. Pocket Pussy, what you beatin' on?
You see this face, I ain't one of them bitches you can hang up on
She say she want the confidence of Caresha with no makeup on
We share locations, but I'm busy, I ain't comin' home

Yeah, like, how you mad at me?
I don't care what that ho on, she ain't bad as me
Yeah, yeah, this P make a nigga try to marry me
Bag me and tag me, choke me out and gag me, period (Yeah)