They mad
Somebody get them a tissue
I heard I got a hating hoe upset
The way I’m shining
See my diamonds
Got invisible sets
See me climbing to the top
Now these b#tches depressed
They tried to hold they nuts on me
So I stood in they chest (b#tch)
b#tch you broke and I’m balling
The n#gg# got me saved in his phone under Spalding
Pretty clean p#ss#
Look like the b#tch bought it
Ima let him eat it once now the n#gg# keep calling
(f#ck you want?)
I wake up early just to sh#t on a b#tch
Baguettes fighting on my wrist
Louis V on the fit
Got your n#gg# fanned out-He trynna take him a pic
Said I’m the trillest and the realist
Wanna throw me the dick
(Come get your hoe)
The way I’m dripping
I be walking on water
-He call me god
They know I’m really with the sh#t I be kicking
Aye no façade
Said you model but you really be tricking
You need a job
I left the strip club and ran up a ticket
I’m living large
(Chorus)
I know these b#tches don’t like me
I been a cold b#tch
Now a b#tch really icy
Ran me up a bag so he know the p#ss# pricey
Got these b#tches mad
All they n#gg#s wanna wife me
I know this money turn him on
He a groupie
I don’t f#ck broke dick
Nah this p#ss# bougie
I need me a hood rich n#gg#
I’m choosey
Touching on his strap while he feeling on my booty
I’m really having my way
Picking up backends from Friday to Friday
My n#gg# got a strap in, I dare a b#tch to try me
I’m a young turnt b#tch tell your hoe stand beside me
Wanna see a dead body?
I be really killing these b#tches
I’m In my bag
Told em ‘I don’t see no competition’
I’m on they #ss
Say they big, but they know who the “biggest”
Ain’t gotta brag
How you hype cause you f#cking a n#gg# I already had
(Stupid)
All this water on a b#tch
A hoe could get rich
(Splash)
Say they really popping on the gram but I ain’t convinced
How you self made?
Without a n#gg# you ain’t got sh#t
I’m a real boss b#tch don’t need a n#gg# for the least bit
I bust my rollie down
I can’t tell the time no more
Throw my wrist up
Just so I can blind a hoe
Got this n#gg# on my phone, trynna beg me to come home
But I’m sorry baby I ain’t trynna wife no hoe
(Chorus)
I know these b#tches don’t like me
I been a cold b#tch
Now a b#tch really icy
Ran me up a bag so he know the p#ss# pricey
Got these b#tches mad
All they n#gg#s wanna wife me
I know this money turn him on
He a groupie
I don’t f#ck broke dick
Nah this p#ss# bougie
I need me a hood rich n#gg#
I’m choosey
Touching on his strap while he feeling on my booty
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