Letra de 'Quiz' de cupcakKe

Never lookin' at the cost
Money fillin' up the vault
My word be the law
Bitches scary like Saw
Let it be known, if a bitch act grown
I'm coming strapped up like a bra
She tried, but the bitch failed
Like I forgot to put down the salt
A 'hunnid on the eWay
Shotgun in the briefcase
Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake
I got so much money up on the line
I had to put that shit on three-way
Up in your DM, ain't nobody buying
Now you sell pussy on eBay
Bitches ain't no shit
Sticky fingers, I'm slick (I'm slick!)
Niggas claim that they charged up
But got a whole shortage in they dick
Check stubs look lit (What?)
Money double like Twix (It do)
Fuckers dunno who they wanna be
Like they're playing in the movie Split

The tea that I sip, it burn lip
Fly lil' bitch with my name on a blimp
What the man know I'm hot, check temp
Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp
That could never be me
Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji
Wrist ice be so creamy
So we namin' this shit Edy's

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hittin' stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

Hoes claim they the realest
I'm like "Kill it, don't get me started"
Be the same bitches that lie and
Blame it on other people like they farted
Uber pull through the drive-thru
I'm tryna get me some Popeyes
Bought like twenty wings
You would think I'm 'bout to split it with Five Guys
Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly
Or he could keep the 50 Cent change
Get rich or die tryin'
I get no days off
Your dick is way soft
My niggas droppin' them pounds off like they into weight loss
Ball hard, but I hate golf
Switch on me, that may cost
Nigga said he wanna see me but he's broke
Might as well be Ray Charles
'Cause you ain't seein' me
Don't give a fuck who you be
Everything custom that you see
Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!)
Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat
I told him spell my name with his tongue
That's Akeelah and the Bee

Giggity, giggity
Bitches is silly, gee
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step 'cause the blood's so slippery
I'm that popular demand
Bet her pussy smell like ham
Got that money, Uncle Sam
Scam my nigga like Joanne

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)