Lil’ b*tch got potential, This not a rental
If you don’t f**k with me, why do your mental?
I headed to class like I sharpen my pencil
Celine on my back ’cause this sh*t is essential
I swear the Rollie, this sh*t presidential
East-side boy, ask to see my credentials
You ain’t from Heaven, lil’ baby, who sent you?
Now that I’m that I’m poppin’, she see my potential