I Like

I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty

I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me

I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy

You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me

He wanna fly me out, take me out the South

I say, "Yes, daddy," and I ain't even his child

Pussy super tight 'cause a bitch don't get around

Couldn't make it to the crib, he say he wanna fuck me now

Got it hot in here like Nelly, guess that's why they lookin' jealous

They gon' say so much about me, but they can't say I ain't pretty

I ain't gеttin' on no scale, but these hoеs know that I'm heavy

Still pullin' bitches' card, I need the PIN to bitches' debits (Ooh)

I ain't been broke in a minute (Ooh)

Got it, so I spend it (Ooh)

I can't even go out without bitches givin' interviews (Nah)

And I ain't friendly, so they think I got an attitude

If I ain't speakin', that just mean that I don't fuck with you

I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty

I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me

I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy

You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me

I ain't in the way, but these bitches tryna move like me, do like me

They should just be fans 'cause they ain't cool like me

I ain't tellin' time, but they watch

I'm still bitches' main topic

I don't know why bitches feel threatened

Not my issue, my problem

Check, check, check, check, check

My name still MS

I don't address shit

Unless hoes come direct

Bad bitches got that privilege

Get free gifts, free money

I ain't even gotta fuck nothin'

Niggas gon' trick if they want it

I am the girl of they dreams

They gon' by nice things

I want this, want that

Neck, wrist, bling, bling, bling

Hoes gon' reach, gon' reach

They can't find no thing

Wanna be just like me (But can't)

Oh damn, poor thing

I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty

I like them niggas that don't post me, that don't tag me

I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy

You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me

I don't diss or nothin', that's for them lame hoes

I use niggas for money, that's what they made for

I started to buy all them, now I can trade hoes

I think all of my haters just wanna come taste the rainbow

I like 'em rich, I like 'em nasty

Don't post me, don't tag me, don't at me

I like 'em hood, I like 'em flashy

You know I'm gettin' money, so that nigga gotta match me