[Intro: Latisha Jones]

People looking at me different, people looking at me funny
Had to put some distance, had to keep these snake n****s from me
I been gone for a minute 'cause I was getting to the money

Came from the gutter like a bowling ball
Fuck n****s, get money, still, that's the protocol
Yes Lord, I'm still hardcore
Numero uno, but you know a bitch'll still draw four
My fans want an encore
Beach house overseas, that's the meaning of an off-shore
I used to move that white boy, Justin Bieber
You a atheist, I’ll make you a believer

Mink dragging on the floor, I'm sayin' fuck PETA like Tara and Amina
I know people wanna see me fall
So I don't fuck with anyone at all
Money'll run from you if you chase it
Just sit back and have some patience
I be dodging them shots like the Matrix
Queen of diamonds, sippin' aces
Got the money in a chokehold, blue faces
And some more mills comin', I can taste it

Latisha Jones, QB, The Procuress 

Fuck you all hating hoes or I'll make a mess