I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same Gi-Gi-Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion The designer, the frames Money ain't a problem Money ain't a thing All my niggas popping Impossible to stop us from doing our thing I'm tired of the talkers I'm tired of the fakes I'm tired of anyone who thinks they all mean the same I-I-I be popping bottles Sparkles and champagne VIP my section, Royalty looking sexy You know that be my bae