[Intro: Kami de Chukwu]
My nigga told me to bleed on this bitch
I'mma bleed on this bitch
We blood

[Verse: Kami de Chukwu]
The perfect picture: Prada purses and perky titties, baller weather
Pimps played in designer leathers
Plenty pockets, hold them hoes we have plenty pockets
She say my name in many octaves
Teriyaki, the bottles pour up, that's plenty sake
Shrimps was cut, the suits Versace, that's Liberace
I liberate ya, say you love it they love to hate ya
Different dishes and fancy fragrance, my salutations
Lines of that Katy Perry got me feeling something stupid
How the fuck you fall in love? I taught myself to kill a cupid
Porcelain Porsches I drive myself to the intercourse
Driving on private courses, you niggas did mini-golf
The bitches Dominican, some coming from Cairo
Bend their back like they practiced that, chiroprac-acrobats
Fuck did he mean? Life's a circus, a scene
Rare selvedge my seams - what a beaut, my jeans
Nah, swear me no nervous, just sniff these rocks salts purpose
Straps on my verses, we trying to stack up these purses
Take up on ya
Bread dirt ain't ya, put the makeup on ya
Don't fucking go on up like...