Are ya gonna cry little baby?Yo think I'm gonna trust all your hypocrisy?Stop right there lemme hit ya with no mercyHoney, my gold precious than you dumbest teeny tiny witchSee I'm pullin to da club turn the tables flippinShout it out to me, tell me what you get?Call me cruel, I'm da best than ya lil bratYo little witch tryna hit me down, waitOogie woogie spooky creepy and eerie, they ain't no scary them all just doodieThey never better, easy to flatter, hit 'em with platter, nicer with a ladder, go to your fatherOne way another, I'm your fortune teller, you ain't no helper, ain't no healerMe no rapper, just a singer, I'm a rap controllerYou know, some girls are damn lame locoPlayin' so cold, actin' weirdo, drunk in a beer thoNow watch me waistin'-in'-in', it's workin', got me losin', took me flyin, I ain't fakin'It's bittin money spendin', missed controlin', no ballin', lets rollin' stop bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-blaI'm so shakin'You can't ever be like mePut your eyes all over meYou can't run away from me, noYou can't ever be like meYou can't run away from mePut your eyes all over meYou can't run awayJulit amat sihS-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that's me(Julit amat sih)Who's that chick?B-E-O-T-C-H, beotchGo-go-gonna put you in a deep comaYou better run to yo mamaDing dang, better run with LlamaGonna steal your lovaHands up, cuz my style is lavaGet over yo fantasies, buckle up to your fears and all over your years and your tearsWhen you start to take Baileys, I'm done with my GoldiesStuck in your 60's, I'm over the 90'sBitches be fakin', I never be fakin', my style make you achin', y'know I'm gon' ragingYou can't ever be like mePut your eyes all over meYou can't run away from me, noYou can't ever be like meYou can't run away from mePut your eyes all over meYou can't run awayJulit amat sihS-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that's me(Julit amat sih)Who's that chick?B-E-O-T-C-H, beotchAh-ha, haWho's dat?It's meh