Brr, run it up
Callin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on)
She tryna' fuck sumn'
All on my trap phone
Slide if you want to
Way that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit)
Yeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?)
Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello)
I done went ghost, now he all alone
Bet he tryna' see what that P like
I told that nigga, "Speak to them green lights"
I can't stop until I hear a moan
We get together don't answer the phone
They be trippin' like, baby, we grown (Baby, we grown)
They sayin' yo' bitch perfect
You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin'
Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist
Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face
Okay
I just been holdin my weight, and believin' a bitch tryna' eat off my plate
Okay
Tryna' cross me, I'mma give you a taste
He wanna' save a hoe, give him a cake
I know these hoes wanna be me
Blueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey
Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me
Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye
White toes, Malaysian on a bundle
He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda
I just wake up and think about the hundos'
I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble
But it ain't no love in this bitch
Hop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit
I always knew I would be rich
I came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list
I tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah)
Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip
He wanna go on a trip
Wanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt
Callin' my shit, like
Let me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah)
Callin' my shit, like
Let me pick it up, let me get right
I fucks on ho's, no problem
These all black pumps got red at the bottom
Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)
Ain't no competition I'm looking up "bum" and you fit the description
Clutch on my wrist
Watch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)
Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)
Seven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don
I pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary
Ice out my left arm
Tell a ho' "Google me," I been that girl this attention ain't new to me
Shorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy)
Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity
Bitches is blowing, respectfully
I say what I want and ain't nobody checking me
Why would you watch me from fake pages?
Admit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me
Rich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets
Im the biggest, should put me in Guinness
I broke the record for "Shittin' on bitches"
Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)
She tryna' fuck sumn'
All on my trap phone
Slide if you want to
Way that you talking
You finna' leave with yo' back blown
Trina, calling my shit, I'm like "Hold on"
I ain't in the states
Im in Paris, getting swiped on
Getting fucked on
Making yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone
A bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist
Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch
She say she hotter, she don't exist
Nan bitch standing next to this
Uh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah)
Let's keep it real bitch, I been a problem
She doing a dash, she back in her bag
And all that she after is commas
She don't do the drama (Na)
Stay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona
I don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma
Smell the aroma
Can't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia
Then the pneumonia
Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her
Then do a quickie
Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey
Give him a hickey while he up in me
And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me
Yeah, he keep callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch
(Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch
I done went ghost, now he all alone
Bet he tryna see what that P like (That P like, P like, P like)
Tell that nigga he can dip
