Dope B**** Skit
I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face,
I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin.
That's not basic right here
Nah, no basic bitches allowed
Basic bitches make me nervous. Yes
They make me nervous. You wanna impress?
Yeah, I'm gon' show you.
If you're a boss, this stack right here falls out of your pocket,
You don't even got time to pick it up. (You keep walking)
You don't got time. You keep going.
It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack)
Keep it moving. Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.)
It's our money dance
I have my basic bitches pick up my money for me.
I pay my basic bitches to pick up my money for me
Alright, that's cool
I tell 'em keep it. Buy something nice.
I heard Raven's having a sale.
You know the real boss bitches though?
It's called George condo.
Make me a fucking one of a kind
One in one's
One in one's
How much was it?
Priceless. So what's a typical shopping day for you? How much?
Typical shopping, it's never typical with me
That day you go
It depends on what kind of mood I'm in that day
You're in the mood to shop
I'm in the mood to shop?
Can't put a price on that
She doesn't wanna make you nervous
I don't wanna make you nervous, baby. I don't wanna make you nervous
I don't think you can. I ain't been nervous in a minute, in a while
You sure? You're not nervous right now?
Do I look nervous? I'm relaxed
I'm so relaxed. I'm probably too relaxed
Let's make him a little nervous
How are we gonna make you nervous?
Give him my number
I don't think you can
You sure? My shoes don't make you nervous?
Not at all
Are you sure? My wrists?
That's a nice wrist
How about my earrings? They make you nervous?
Nah? My weave make you nervous?
You wanna know what basic bitches do?
They wash their hair with shampoo.
You know what we wash our hair with?
I wash my hair with fucking champagne, baby.
(All day) Champagne. (All day)
I hope it's Belaire Rosé
I bathe in Belaire Rosé. I have people wash me in Belaire Rosé.
People fucking throw rose petals at me when I walk by.
They throw Belaire Rosé
Why they do that?
I'm a fucking boss. Ugh. Was that good? How was that?
Ugh. I can't take, was that great?
But there really is a lot of money on the floor. What is that?
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, CALVIN BROADUS, COLIN FITZROY WOLFE, CORDOZAR BROADUS, JESS REED JACKSON, MARKOUS ROBERTS, MICHAEL STEVENSON, RICK ROSS, WILLIAM ROBERTS
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