text: I might just hit it raw, hold on, thats not my element
  I like dark skins, love her melanin
  Huh, Christian Louboutin what Im steppin in
  Thirty bottles of Azul, tell em send em in
  I had the Lambo, switch to the Rari
  Im a gangster, but I like to party
  Pop a Perky, go retarded
  Im a Brooklyn nigga, Im cold-hearted
  Thats why I like the bad gyal , like RiRi 
  Every time she see me, she wanna eat me 
  I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
  I said, "Wow, Im on the TV"
  I cant 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 dont need it
  Id rather have my money green like kiwi
  I dont talk to niggas cause they be cappin
  Disrespect me and see what happen
  I dont make a call for war, I start snappin
  Grr, them bullets blastin
  All the opps mad that I lapped them
  He said, "Whats stackin?" Nothin but my money
  Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
  I aint a pretty boy, but I aint ugly
  And Ill take your bitch in a second
  If she a real one, then Ill protect it
  Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
  And its all VVS and flower settings
  I might just hit it raw, hold on, thats not my element
  I like dark skins, love her melanin
  Huh, Christian Louboutin what Im steppin in
  Thirty bottles of Azul, tell em send em in
  I had the Lambo, switch to the Rari
  Im a gangster, but I like to party
  Pop a Perky, go retarded
  Im a Brooklyn nigga, Im cold-hearted
  Yoz, what you tellin me?