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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
Michael Dobbins
Michael Dobbins
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Quandarious Antwan Jordan
Quandarious Antwan Jordan
Songwriter
Deandre Cortez Way
Deandre Cortez Way
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whoismike
Whoismike
Producer
Kyle "Don" Resto
Kyle "Don" Resto
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, hey Flo Milli Flo, Flo Milli Shit, bitch See, you may not like me, but I'm still getting money, bitch (cha-ching) I don't have to prove a point, that lil' hoe know that I'm the shit Everything I do irritate insecure bitches Follow my every move, call that hoe a fiend, she addicted When I walk up in the room, I fuck up her whole mood (hey) They see me and these bitches catch a whole attitude If it's a target on my back, ain't nobody hitting it Watch yo' man, 'cause he 'bout to break his motherfuckin' neck Hoes green, you would think they was the motherfuckin' Grinch Bitch, I'm me, I don't want to be your motherfuckin' friend And ain't no competition to me, girl, I always seem to win When I'm done with her, I bet she won't try that shit again Girls be acting, I can tell that you're pretending (haha, bye) These hoes really be jealous, that's the reason I'm not friendly I hear these haters talking shit, it really don't offend me (hello, hello) 'Cause in the crowd full of pussies, I see that you blendin' Girls be acting, I can tell that you're pretending (hi) These hoes really be jealous, that's the reason I'm not friendly (bitch) I hear these haters talking shit, it really don't offend me (yeah) 'Cause in the crowd full of pussies (yeah), I see that you blending Move, I don't fuck wit' you, baby, get a clue Apeshit, I belong in the zoo Stuck up, they be saying I'm rude If I don't get my way, I get a attitude I never paid attention in school Never been the type to follow the rules I'm the boss, do what I say do Sleeping on me? Bitch, stay on snooze Not finna play wit' you hoes, I got a fuckboy glow I do what I do when I want, can't nobody tell me nothing I will shit on you for fun, hon' You got my leftovers, my crumbs How do my pussy taste in your tongue? You in the back and I'm in the front Stay in your place, you little bitty cunt And I'm flexing on the next bitch (on the next bitch) But I just shitted on her, now she off my checklist I'm just flexing on my ex-bitch In his feelings, now he see what he neglected (flexin' on his ass) And I'm flexing on the next bitch But I just shitted on her, now she off my checklist I'm just flexing on my ex-bitch In his feelings, now he see what he neglected Move, I don't fuck wit' you, baby, get a clue Apeshit, I belong in the zoo Him and his friend looking kinda cute Fuck that, I don't wanna choose Lose one, bounce back with two I can't love you, baby, you a fool He gimme brain, then he get the boot Trust a nigga is some' I won't do Not finna play wit' you hoes, I got a fuckboy glow They catchin' feelings for the kid, but I'm too busy counting dough Just gimme the right amount of cash, I'ma put on a show I do what I do when I want, can't nobody tell me nothing I will shit on you for fun Girls be acting, I can tell that you're pretending (ha, ha, bye) These hoes really be jealous, that's the reason I'm not friendly (bitch) I hear these haters talking shit, it really don't offend me (hello, hello) 'Cause in the crowd full of pussies, I see that you blending Girls be acting, I can tell that you're pretending (hi) These hoes really be jealous that's the reason I'm not friendly (bitch) I hear these haters talking shit, it really don't offend me (yeah) 'Cause in the crowd full of pussies (yeah), I see that you blending I would tell you to catch up, 'cause you too slow (too slow) But they all scared to make a move, so they tip-toe (tip-toe) If you still got pressure then maybe you should let it go (let it go) Bitch, I'm self-made, ain't nobody put me on (put me on) I would tell you to catch up, 'cause you too slow (too slow) But they all scared to make a move, so they tip-toe (tip-toe) If you still got pressure then maybe you should let it go (let it go) Bitch, I'm self-made, ain't nobody put me on (put me on)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Deandre Cortez Way, Carlos Walker, Quandarious Antwan Jordan, Tamia Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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