Nice
Uh, yeah
Santana on the beat, bitch
(And if the beat live you know lil Ju made it)
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price (yeah)
My swag so cold
My aura so bold (ooh, ow)
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo' role
Yeah, take a seat while I pop my shit (hold on)
That is not a real Rollie, real Rollies don't tick
Them is not real shooters, real shooters don't miss
I like Crip niggas only, not a blood, not ya sis
Blow racks on my drip with ease
Big momma to you hoes, say please
Make a nigga go crazy, Chris Breeze (go crazy)
Talk is cheap, daddy, spend yo' cheese (ow)
I'm still fine, and he still mine
Big dick nigga, and it's Calvin Klein
Calvin Klein when he only in the trap though
He don't want no bougie bitch, he want a trap ho (trap girl)
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, shittin' on you hoes, respectfully
On the 'Gram lurkin' for me
Goin' through my page, desperately
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price (yeah)
My swag so cold
My aura so bold (ooh, ow)
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo' role
Keep my foot on y'all neck, or let you breathe again
Keep curvin' these niggas, or should I let 'em in
Keep swervin' on these hoes in my big body Benz
Copy cat, roger that, I'm the one that set the trends (yeah)
Where you stay at? (Huh?) how you live? (Oh)
Where your car? (What?) how big yo' crib? (Yeah)
Still stayin' with your momma, give this nigga a bib
But he be lit on the 'Gram, man, these niggas a trip
I'm the baddest bitch, I ain't gon' hold you (nah)
But you bitches knew that, I know they told you (yeah)
Every time I hit the scene, it's major (major)
We gettin' money over here, we gettin' paper (paper)
Make yo' nigga go crazy, he amazed 'cause I'm so amazing
I like five star meals, go brazy
Getting chauffeured 'round the city, Ms. Daisy
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price (yeah)
My swag so cold
My aura so bold (ooh, ow)
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo' role