Bitch
Hop in the car and I race
I see the stars in the Wraith, huh
Talkin' my shit in your face
I might just spit in your face
Blood on my shoes 'cause they bled
On the runway, it be red
You can't keep me out your head
Ho, keep my name out of your thread
Kick it with hoes, I don't pick if you broke
The reason I'm different, I do what you don't
You do what you can and I do what I want
The second that I get turned off then it's on
Money my mood, make a million a month
This easy like Evel Knievel to stunt
In order to get it, bitch, you gotta hunt
I'm done with the gossip, believе what