THat Part

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
 All my bitches independent bitches, that part
 I just want the paper, that part
 All my bitches flavored
 That part, that part, that part, that part
 Ayy! That part
 Bang this shit in the hood one time
 Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'
 Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
 Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit
 Quarter million, switchin' lanes... that part
 Bet my bitch move the same old thing... that part
 405 with the gun off safety... that part
 Ayy I'm still tryna make that plate
 Rich or poor, nigga, choose your fate
 Style on top of style, nigga
 Five years I've been rich, nigga
 Drove Beamers down Fig, nigga
 Pushed Porsches down Broadway
 I've been doggin' different hoes, nigga
 Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, nigga
 Got an engine back with the top in it
 Nigga drivin' it like it's a bomb in it
 Me no conversate with the fake, that part
 All my bitches independent bitches, that part
 I just want the paper, that part
 All my bitches flavored
 That part, that part, that part, that part
 Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! (That part)
 Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
 Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
 Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe
 I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
 Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
 Y'all don't feel me, man this ain't okay
 Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
 Rich nigga, still eatin' catfish
 That bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish
 If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
 Have the paparazzi doin' backflips
 If I lay you down on the mattress
 Blow the back out 'til you backless
 Thick, we already established
 She just got 'em done, bra-strapless
 Yeah! Okay, okay, okay, okay! (That part)
 Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle (That part)
 Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
 Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
 Me no conversate with the fake, that part
 All my bitches independent bitches, that part
 I just want the paper, that part
 All my bitches flavored
 That part, that part, that part, that part
 Ayy! That part
 Bang this shit in the hood one time
 Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'
 Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
 Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit
 Few million made and still ain't changed... that part
 Me, my girl got matchin' bling... that part
 I'ma get so blowed, I'ma lose my brain... that part
 Me and XO only thing go straight
 Need me a bitch that'll go both ways
 Style on top of style, nigga
 Since a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga
 Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
 When I was broke, I had to sauce, nigga
 Got a Chevy with side to side on it
 Hundred spokes, the dana danes on it
 Got a chopper that stand at 5'2"
 I put your homies down beside you
 Me no conversate with the fake, that part
 All my bitches independent bitches, that part
 I just want the paper, that part
 All my bitches flavored
 That part, that part, that part, that part
 Ayy! That part
 That part
 That part
 Walkin' livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
 I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
 Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
 Pippen at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan
 Trippin' at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
 Ain't say shit, nigga
 You was listenin' close though
 You was listenin' to hoes though
 You wouldn't listen to the flow though
 Listen to the Goat
 Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go though
 I'ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
 When I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
 And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
 Get that nigga on the phone
 Top Dawg on the phone!
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!