Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
    I like the 'net when the 'net like me 
 I like the checks when the checks like me 
 I give him neck and I suck that D 
 Girl, what you want from Mickey D's? 
 Fuck up the tempo, one, two, three 
 Still streaming Tempo with Missy 
 I got a temper, I need sleep 
 I got an attitude, need to eat 
 I look so good when I grit my teeth 
 Invisalign, bitch, I'ma fix my teeth 
 Up in the club, come and sit by me 
 We talkin' shit, come and sip some tea 
 Kind of a bitch, low-key, high-key 
 That's kind of funny, kikiki 
 I hate the internet, I love the internet 
 Peruse the internet from time to time 
 Is it October yet? Is it December yet? 
 I got the ho-ho-hoes on my mind 
 Sexy and heavy-set, wearin' the Heatherette 
 Haven't seen Heatherette since '09 
 That boy a terrorist, very nefarious 
 He blow the pussy up every time   
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? (Every time) 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? (Every time) 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? 
 Wanna fuck with a bitch like me?   
 I'ma land now, boys, I'm a land mine, boys 
 I just bought a plain Jane, I'ma land, my boys 
 I could put your ass to sleep like I am white noise 
 Oh, you wanna parlay with them franchise boys 
 Like a kid in a store, yeah, my hand got toys 
 All I do is speak the truth, they can't stand my voice 
 Think your man like, think your man like boys 
 I be shinin' like the sun, you get a tan line, boys 
 Every season is the summer when you're hot like me 
 Man, I draw with the pen, you can't jot like me 
 You say you gettin' money but not like me 
 Your flow's so sick, it sound a lot like me 
 You want beef? I bought spatulas, to me, your life is fatuous 
 They tipped the hats off 'cause they know they can't camp with us 
 I eat a weak rapper, should be glad I ate a maximus 
 And if you're lookin' for some real scholars, you should ask for us, Whack   
 Put me on your network, baby 
 My net worth goin' crazy 
 Don't be starin' at me blankly 
 Gen Z or Boomer, baby 
 Would you like to add some bacon? 
 Sorry, not today, Satan 
 Aren't you bitches tired of hatin'? 
 Sorry, not today, Satan