Lyrics:

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that`s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I`m steppin` inThirty bottles of Azul, tell `em send `em in
I had the Lambo`, switch to the `Rari
I`m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I`m a Brooklyn nigga, I`m cold-hearted

That`s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, 'Wow, I`m on the TV'

I can`t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin` up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin` off the rod like she MiMi

I never hit a bitch more than once `cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don`t need it
I`d rather have my money green like kiwi

I don`t talk to niggas `cause they be cappin`
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don`t make a call for war, I start snappin`
Grr, them bullets blastin`

All the opps mad that I lapped them
He said, 'What`s stackin`?' Nothin` but my money
`Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain`t a pretty boy, but I ain`t ugly

And I`ll take your bitch in a second
If she a real one, then I`ll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it`s all VVS and flower settings

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that`s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I`m steppin` in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell `em send `em in

I had the Lambo`, switch to the `Rari
I`m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I`m a Brooklyn nigga, I`m cold-hearted

Yoz, what you tellin` me?
Yoz, what you tellin` me?
Yoz, what you tellin` me?
Yoz, what you tellin` me?
Yoz, what you tellin` me?