(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Yeah

Still the same bitch, but the bag bigger
I'm the rich nigga, ain't got time to be a gold digger
Still'll do my big one on a ho nigga
Pussy-ass hoes talking down 'cause they ain't up with her
I just left the bank, cash comin' in crazy
Rule one, if you fuckin' me, don't leave babies
I'm on one and I won't stop, try to make me
My day ones still in my corner like Gracie
Have no choice, first milli', I'ma split it with the homeboys
Bougie bitch, but I be fucking with the dope boys
You hating bitches ain't leave me no choice
Skrrt, had to pull off in the Rolls-Royce
First class to the jet bridge, bitch, I'm out of here
Clubs call, tell 'em I want thirty to get over there
Single, you can't tell me shit, just come over here
I want you to come and eat the pussy through my underwear
Northside to the islands, outfits giving whore vibes
Call a nigga, finna trap 'em with a soul tie
After that, he sendin' fire signs with the heart eyes
Askin' me when he can get some more time
You can see what I be on, wear my money when I'm out
I can't hear a nigga talk, it's too much pussy in his mouth
Bitch, don't ask me what I make 'cause it's a lot, I lost count
Outside with a nigga wallet, look at that, I'm all smiles
Heard you bitches don't got motion, heard you bitches on the couch
Only thing these hoes chase is niggas, liquor, and the clout
Galleria to the woodlands, checked the lo', he en route
A check a ho, she big talk, it's big back, and big mouth (bitch)

The fuck these hoes thought I was gon' let up or somethin'
I been poppin' my shit, been curvin' y'all niggas
A ho should really thank me
Matter fact, a ho should really get down on her motherfuckin' knees
And thank my pussy for not takin' y'all niggas
Fuck out of here
It's Ken The motherfuckin' Man, bitch
Put some respect on my shit