stuck to script

I got ri—, I got— I got—, I got ri— (You have no heart) I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?) Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants) I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan) She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans—" (Hood-ho-hood-hood-hood) These niggas is not competition, man Yeah-yeah (Turn me up) Yeah-yeah Huh, hol' on, like, yeah (You have no heart) I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?) Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants) I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan) She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans?" (From yo' fuckin' fans) I got my money, keep up with me, bitch This shit not love, you not stuck with me, bitch I'm tired of gettin' ego'd by some niggas I'm better than Watch how you fuck with me, bitch You got some money, but you not rich You copped some jeans, you movin' stiff You had a girl, I stole that bitch You had some spotlight, I stole that shit You was gon' run up, you folded quick You feelin' threatened, you told him quick That's not your weapon, you holdin' it That's not your bestie I gave him a follow back because he told me right where you live I could keep going but I had enough Exotic bitches gave head on the tour bus, get to the hotel they tryna fu— I-I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?) Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants) I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan) She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans—" (Fuckin' fans) Like, "Fu-fu-fu" Like, "Fu-fu-fu" Like, "Fu-fu—", uh Like, "Fu-fu-fu" (Pew, pew, pew) Fu-fu-fu (Pew, pew) (Let me hear that)