Met klsh back in 09' in around

Three me beats and I just hit em out

One by one yeah bitch I been around

Not just one, I birthed a good amount

All these sons I watch em run around

All that time was something I allowed

While I chilled, they hoped I headed out

Here forever and yes it's going down

Uh huh (uh huh) , see me round' town, and they switching up

Uh huh (uh huh) , can't run me out, can't interrupt

Uh huh (uh huh) , watching the frowns, turn to dust

And after everything, best believe

They hear me singing

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

And after everything best believe

Got my dreams and got these dollar bills

Get more lethal, always come to kill

Love these haters, they're your ticket meal

Called his Uber when I got my fill

Back to work on shit that make 'em feel sick

Yes bitch inject like penicil

Ain't no humble that died on a hill

It's that time they know they got to kneel

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Uh huh (uh huh) , see me round' town, and they switching up

Uh huh (uh huh) , can't run me out, can't interrupt

Uh huh (uh huh) , watching the frowns, turn to dust

And after everything, best believe

They hear me singing

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

And after everything best believe

Uh, uh, uh

Real sex kitten bitch I'm the pick of the litter

Real fancy bitch, yeah, I eat haters for dinner

Got gold on my body the lips hips the face

The divine superstar all the fellas they want a taste

Champagne dreams baby got diamonds by the case

Got the cream dollar bill yeah it's benji's up in your face

Top the island to the snow, my bitches know how it go

Top of the top floor when you reap what you sow

It's the number one champion I'm the winner nigga

Super international, I'm making seven figures

Dollatella on the dress, Prada on the purse

Who God bless, baby, no man can curse like

Middles to the ones who never believed

Only with the ones who looked out for me

Got my wings now, they're made by Versace

Got the whole world screaming ladi-dadi

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladida

Ladida, ladida, ladi-ladi-ladi-yeah