Swear to God it ain't no pressure we can bet that
Lame bitches talking down I don't sweat that
Catch them anywhere in traffic bet I check that
These bitches quiet as a mouse where that flex at
These bitches all on the gram with that hype shit
Doing all that f*cking barking but don't bite shit
I don't gotta f*ck with y'all for the hype bitch
And I ain't never f*cked a nigga for no ice sis
MCM feeling up with them racks now
Any bitch got a problem tell her say it now
All they talk about is how they gon get at me now
They ain't never pulling up they just at me now
She staring tight like I really want this hoe nigga
He tryna slide I'm like I don't f*ck with broke niggas
Joke niggas set the play and have Dee Money blow niggas
Naw I'm just playing but he really be done smoked niggas
I hoe niggas
Hold up
Let me change the pace
Took the foreign to the paint shop
Told them to change the race
Benihanas extra garlic butter gotta change the taste
Baby girl yo shit lifting up you need to change yo lace
Bitch
On yo head and yo feet hoe
A damn shame the way I'm on yo head and this beat hoe
Do this for my niggas who went fed Ima eat though
Bitch I run the field in some red bottom cleets hoe
I ain't talking make up when I say that I beat hoes faces
Got bands
My lawyer got hands he beat whole cases
Shit hot
I done watched you niggas turn to cold cases
Nigga run off
Bet the bank bullets gon chase him
This shit hard ain't it
I make it look easy
I don't want nothing y'all got yall make it look cheesy
Look sweetie
I ain't telling lies you gotta check the facts
Facebook don't say who really winning gotta check the stats
Aye
Money coming in and I f*ckin for it
Grew up with brothers baby I know how to hustle for it
Aye
This right here for all my boss bitches
It ain't no more free game it's gon cost bitches
Why would I want yo nigga I don't even want mine
My niggas tryna eat they always lookin for the lunch line
Lookin for a lick them niggas see you and it's lunch time
Cash for the bag I ain't need a nigga to punch mine
I swear it's like satan my son
I be raising hell
Big dubs bitch it's twenty twenty we ain't taking L's
I ain't fighting for no nigga you can take him hell
I'll break a nigga heart before I break a nail
I don't give no f*cks
Don't give no damns
Don't give no hecks
Pockets fat as hell I swear these bitches ain't hot no necks
Bitches wanna be petty
They ain't ready
They aint no threats
Hold up let me get this pedi then I'll put it back on yo neck
Ooh
I got you ictching see
If you ain't talkin money it don't interest me
How you gon finish me
Showed you the ropes how you call yo self lynching me
They just attention seek
Tryna speak scared to let me know it's tension b
Swear to God I'm bout to start charging a mention fee
If you ain't talking ten bands or better baby don't mention me
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Swear to God it ain't no pressure we can bet that
Lame bitches talking down I don't sweat that
Catch them anywhere in traffic bet I check that
These bitches quiet as a mouse where that flex at
These bitches all on the gram with that hype shit
Doing all that f*cking barking but don't bite shit
I don't gotta f*ck with y'all for the hype bitch
And I ain't never f*cked a nigga for no ice sis
MCM feeling up with them racks now
Any bitch got a problem tell her say it now
All they talk about is how they gon get at me now
They ain't never pulling up they just at me now
She staring tight like I really want this hoe nigga
He tryna slide I'm like I don't f*ck with broke niggas
Joke niggas set the play and have Dee Money blow niggas
Naw I'm just playing but he really be done smoked niggas
I hoe niggas
Hold up
Let me change the pace
Took the foreign to the paint shop
Told them to change the race
Benihanas extra garlic butter gotta change the taste
Baby girl yo shit lifting up you need to change yo lace
Bitch
On yo head and yo feet hoe
A damn shame the way I'm on yo head and this beat hoe
Do this for my niggas who went fed Ima eat though
Bitch I run the field in some red bottom cleets hoe
I ain't talking make up when I say that I beat hoes faces
Got bands
My lawyer got hands he beat whole cases
Shit hot
I done watched you niggas turn to cold cases
Nigga run off
Bet the bank bullets gon chase him
This shit hard ain't it
I make it look easy
I don't want nothing y'all got yall make it look cheesy
Look sweetie
I ain't telling lies you gotta check the facts
Facebook don't say who really winning gotta check the stats
Aye
Money coming in and I f*ckin for it
Grew up with brothers baby I know how to hustle for it
Aye
This right here for all my boss bitches
It ain't no more free game it's gon cost bitches
Why would I want yo nigga I don't even want mine
My niggas tryna eat they always lookin for the lunch line
Lookin for a lick them niggas see you and it's lunch time
Cash for the bag I ain't need a nigga to punch mine
I swear it's like satan my son
I be raising hell
Big dubs bitch it's twenty twenty we ain't taking L's
I ain't fighting for no nigga you can take him hell
I'll break a nigga heart before I break a nail
I don't give no f*cks
Don't give no damns
Don't give no hecks
Pockets fat as hell I swear these bitches ain't hot no necks
Bitches wanna be petty
They ain't ready
They aint no threats
Hold up let me get this pedi then I'll put it back on yo neck
Ooh
I got you ictching see
If you ain't talkin money it don't interest me
How you gon finish me
Showed you the ropes how you call yo self lynching me
They just attention seek
Tryna speak scared to let me know it's tension b
Swear to God I'm bout to start charging a mention fee
If you ain't talking ten bands or better baby don't mention me
Lame bitches talking down I don't sweat that
Catch them anywhere in traffic bet I check that
These bitches quiet as a mouse where that flex at
These bitches all on the gram with that hype shit
Doing all that f*cking barking but don't bite shit
I don't gotta f*ck with y'all for the hype bitch
And I ain't never f*cked a nigga for no ice sis
MCM feeling up with them racks now
Any bitch got a problem tell her say it now
All they talk about is how they gon get at me now
They ain't never pulling up they just at me now
She staring tight like I really want this hoe nigga
He tryna slide I'm like I don't f*ck with broke niggas
Joke niggas set the play and have Dee Money blow niggas
Naw I'm just playing but he really be done smoked niggas
I hoe niggas
Hold up
Let me change the pace
Took the foreign to the paint shop
Told them to change the race
Benihanas extra garlic butter gotta change the taste
Baby girl yo shit lifting up you need to change yo lace
Bitch
On yo head and yo feet hoe
A damn shame the way I'm on yo head and this beat hoe
Do this for my niggas who went fed Ima eat though
Bitch I run the field in some red bottom cleets hoe
I ain't talking make up when I say that I beat hoes faces
Got bands
My lawyer got hands he beat whole cases
Shit hot
I done watched you niggas turn to cold cases
Nigga run off
Bet the bank bullets gon chase him
This shit hard ain't it
I make it look easy
I don't want nothing y'all got yall make it look cheesy
Look sweetie
I ain't telling lies you gotta check the facts
Facebook don't say who really winning gotta check the stats
Aye
Money coming in and I f*ckin for it
Grew up with brothers baby I know how to hustle for it
Aye
This right here for all my boss bitches
It ain't no more free game it's gon cost bitches
Why would I want yo nigga I don't even want mine
My niggas tryna eat they always lookin for the lunch line
Lookin for a lick them niggas see you and it's lunch time
Cash for the bag I ain't need a nigga to punch mine
I swear it's like satan my son
I be raising hell
Big dubs bitch it's twenty twenty we ain't taking L's
I ain't fighting for no nigga you can take him hell
I'll break a nigga heart before I break a nail
I don't give no f*cks
Don't give no damns
Don't give no hecks
Pockets fat as hell I swear these bitches ain't hot no necks
Bitches wanna be petty
They ain't ready
They aint no threats
Hold up let me get this pedi then I'll put it back on yo neck
Ooh
I got you ictching see
If you ain't talkin money it don't interest me
How you gon finish me
Showed you the ropes how you call yo self lynching me
They just attention seek
Tryna speak scared to let me know it's tension b
Swear to God I'm bout to start charging a mention fee
If you ain't talking ten bands or better baby don't mention me
Writer: Tatyana Richardson
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