Better Than You (feat. Cash Cobain)

Yeah, better than you, look

Better than you, look, bitch, better than you, smell

Better than you, taste, better than you, face

Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look

Bitch, I'm better than you

That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm

Better than her too, shittin' on hoes, I got

Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who?

Face bomb, better than

I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors

Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear

Feelin' like this my biggest fear

I do it bigger than bitches' veneers

They throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers

You ain't on my level, bitches' tears

All my cars is chauffeured

I ain't touch door handles in years

Hoes gotta talk behind my back

'Cause that's where them hoes be at

'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see

This fat ass and this long-ass weave

I'm doin' shit they can't believe

I'm doin' shit that they can't fathom

Seven years off and it's still a classic

Seven years off and you still ain't passin'

Eating hoes up, give me a napkin

Yeah, bitches is hurt, get 'em an aspirin

Daddy, take me to Aspen

I wanna twerk in a cabin

Pretty hoes do what they want

Ooh, that's the law of attraction

Yeah, how I'm doin'

Better than you, better than who?

Better than you look, bitch, better than you, smell

Better than you, taste, better than you, face

Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look

Bitch, I'm better than you

That's your friend, fuck that bitch

Better than her too, shittin' on hoes, I got

Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who?

Face bomb, better than

Face bomb, my body galore

I'm at the game, it gotta be floor

Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore

Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor

You know these bitches ain't got no taste

You know these hoes ain't got no place

You know these hoes ain't got no style

I pop out when the crowd go wild

I show them how to be sex-sexy

She ain't dress like that 'fore she met me

Baby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak

Bitches wanna steal my whole technique

Now that I got it, baby, I'm polished

Can't be modest, I'm too poppin'

Believe me, I tried it

Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids

These broke hoes make my coochie itch

Can't no nigga ever braid on me, I don't care who he get

I stay in the newest shit, my hair and my jewelry lit

If I like it, get two of it

On the phone with my man like, "Ooh, I would look cute in this"

Bitch, I'm better than you

Always better than you

Way more bread than you

Give better head than you

Always stand on you

Hoes be prostitutes

No bitch better than you, get more bread than you

Hatin'-ass bitches talk shit on the 'net, but none of it ever be true

Ain't no bitch badder than you, ain't a bitch got swagger like you

And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you

No bitch fuckin' with you

Know how to up it like you, know how to bust it like you

Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hoes ain't nothin' like you

Diamonds dance like Chris B's

Bitch, please, nobody run it like you, like, damn

Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?

Who you know soon as you walk in the spot

Make niggas' heart stop like you?

Makin' bitches' heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you

These bitches is not like you

Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you

And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work

Can't no nigga process you

Can't no nigga pop it like you, got your own funds, you poppin' it too

Please don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than she, like, damn