I Like

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I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
 I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
 I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
 You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me
 He wanna fly me out, take me out the South
 I say, "Yes, daddy," and I ain't even his child
 Pussy super tight 'cause a bitch don't get around
 Couldn't make it to the crib, he say he wanna fuck me now
 Got it hot in here like Nelly, guess that's why they lookin' jealous
 They gon' say so much about me, but they can't say I ain't pretty
 I ain't gеttin' on no scale, but these hoеs know that I'm heavy
 Still pullin' bitches' card, I need the PIN to bitches' debits (Ooh)
 I ain't been broke in a minute (Ooh)
 Got it, so I spend it (Ooh)
 I can't even go out without bitches givin' interviews (Nah)
 And I ain't friendly, so they think I got an attitude
 If I ain't speakin', that just mean that I don't fuck with you
 I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
 I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
 I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
 You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me
 I ain't in the way, but these bitches tryna move like me, do like me
 They should just be fans 'cause they ain't cool like me
 I ain't tellin' time, but they watch
 I'm still bitches' main topic
 I don't know why bitches feel threatened
 Not my issue, my problem
 Check, check, check, check, check
 My name still MS
 I don't address shit
 Unless hoes come direct
 Bad bitches got that privilege
 Get free gifts, free money
 I ain't even gotta fuck nothin'
 Niggas gon' trick if they want it
 I am the girl of they dreams
 They gon' by nice things
 I want this, want that
 Neck, wrist, bling, bling, bling
 Hoes gon' reach, gon' reach
 They can't find no thing
 Wanna be just like me (But can't)
 Oh damn, poor thing
 I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
 I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me
 I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
 You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me
 I don't diss or nothin', that's for them lame hoes
 I use niggas for money, that's what they made for
 I started to buy all them, now I can trade hoes
 I think all of my haters just wanna come taste the rainbow
 I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty
 Don't post me, don't tag me, don't at me
 I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy
 You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me
 

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