I might just hit it raw, hol' on That's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin, when I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switched to the 'Rari I'm a gangsta, 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 (whoa), like RiRi (Ri) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (hol' on) I soar 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 will make a call for war, start snappin' Bullets blastin', all the opps mad, that I lapped 'em He said: We're 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, hol' on That's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin, when I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switched to the 'Rari I'm a gangsta, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted