[Verse 1]

New girl, hot momma
Fast money, NASCAR
Clean record, flawless
Raw shit, no scars
I am authentic, I am not with the copy swag
Everyday poppin´ tags, ridin´ with the (....)
Cute face but the attitude mean
You should bad, bitch, my high self esteem, Bri
On the way, with a degree
Like (....), to run that dumb shit by me
I´m boss, if it´s mine I spend it
No I can´t date you, out-dated with the fitted
Spaz if you wanna, I´mma snapback on her
Since you´re coppin´ bottles all I see is a Corona
I am her, Ms. Perry if you ask me
Ball like Mike, Ms. Perry if you´re nasty
Tuition flow, doe, be on classy
Black bag, all competition, trashy
Rack, Rack City, say I´m (....)
I´m above the law, and I´m livin´ by DaVinci
I buy the buck sun dress, but never buy the biddy
Never by the biddy when your chick is go getty
Watchin´ J Fiddy Fiddy, ever since I was a kiddy
And I knew that I would make it cause the hustle is just in me
And these rappers all actors, man, they needa´ get some Emmmy´s
And these dudes takin´ shots, I think I better grab my semi, POW
You on my old line, I got a new phone
And everything I rap about, I mean I do own
3 years salary, perform one song
Dope flow, Bri song
Probably just skiin´ in my beach home, probably got Marilyn Monroe as your ringtone
B Class eras, hold the keys to the kingdom
Talk about nothin´, man they rap for no reason
Me in Miami, walk around like I´m freezing
Lookin´ at my back, think it´s fat, think it´s Big Sean
Breezy like Chris, like Bosh, be a big shot
And I a´int end the verse, like an NBA Lockout