I picked out this beat cause bitch I need money I’m sittin on my roommates couch I’m not in a funny mood I wake up every day angry I’m rude I got bills due at least I got nice shoes and I wear em to the club and work interviews Cause what else can a hustlin baby mama do Bitch I need money Walmart makeup I’m still stunnin baby mama ghetto but my words cunnin poetry up in this bitch got you runnin To ya earphones and shit you wonderin whos soundin all sweet I’m indigenique up in this bustin rhymes, can’t miss