popped off the tag just gotta bag the money came fast race in a drag they calling me drag but bitch I aint mad I'm pretty I'm bad im pretty you mad my ex is sad I dont gotta dad that guy is dead weight I visited Saturn you see all the patterns fabric is badder feeling so falttered got my cake mixing the batter I'm tappin her blatter stop all the chatter its mind over matter that ass is a clapper she think that she matter but it really don't matter her and her friends follow me but u didn't add her I climb up the latter I'll see you way later the world on my platter wtf is you sad for? bitch go get yours don't wait no you lagging nigga you slacking this beat so slapping direct deposit for breakfast lunch and dinner the cash is my napkins can't bite my style these cactus cashews she got my name tattooed 5 star pussy you eaten your canned goods popped off the tag I just gotta bag the money came fast I race in drag they calling me drag but bitch... I ain't.. mad.