"Ending B" lyrics

Alfie
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

How many racks I can fit in my pocket
That shit a mystery like Daphne (Mystery)
With how many chickens I'm selling at the park
It got this shit looking like Zaxby's
Bitch, I had [?] before Grammys
Bitch, I new my plan A was my plan B
Bitch, I put a bag on yo' head like it's Plan Z
My diamonds get sturdy, them bitches be dancing
Yo' bitch a nanny watching kids
They not in the crib, they on her upper lip (Upper lip)
Yo' bitch is messy doing tricks
When she hit a split, I say "Do a flip"
Ain't never meet Poppa, but I'm hood rich
Codeine and Sprite, that shit a good mix
This Glock take you out of the game like a glitch
Bitch, I can't change, I never could switch (No)
My bitch don't want me no mo'
Diamond go C-3PO
The chopper make him spin 360
Uzumaki you better believe it, ho
Like Hatake, I'm harder than three big ho's
In the strip club wearing three big coats
I'm up like a jetpack [?]
But I earn my respect like CJ, ho