Kredity
Texty
[Verse 1]
Uh, queen business over here
Cash Music everything around me
Show 'em Debbie
[Verse 2]
Cash rules everything around me
Green get the money, bitch, you wanna be the queen
Queen get the honey got a beach front view
And a breeze and it seems something funny
Bitches trying to get a dream coming for me
I was born wit' it
Bitch, I'm born ready
If you wanna come again a queen bee the swarm ready
And we buzzin' (buzzin', buzzin', buzzin')
Bitch, I been buzzin'
Took impossible and did it like it's nothing, yup
(Yup, yup yup)
Like a prophet
Yeah, I'm like a prophet
Everything I say I get it when I got it
Which you call it, I just get it
Meaning we the hoe that got this money
Come and throw it like a boss
I'ma toss it
[Verse 3]
We don't even like to entertain all the talkin' (all the talkin')
No discussion we just off and get the coffin (get the coffin)
Bitches barking what you your body made of chocolate?
Only talking money, yeah, motherfuckin' come
[Verse 4]
I so fly I can't deny that I'm high
Get rich or try, eye for eye, do or die
I rule the world, fuck your rules I defy
I do for I, make my moves move the sky
This is what it looks like, like, like, like, like
Took it to the oven watch it rising
When it's cooked right, right, right, right
You think I'm playing with you bitches no
This is what it looks like, like, like, like
Bitch, you talking way too often not smoking
And it's goodnight, night, night, night
I'm sick of playing with you bitches , naw
Debbie you should prolly get to know
Crash the Beamer, Cop the Chevy North
Paint dripping I should prolly get a coaster (get a coaster)
Only making bangers I should prolly get a poster (poster)
Cruising down the coast wrap the city like I 'pose to bitch
You know I been to war I'm a mafuckin' solider
I can send 'em hitters like a mafuckin' socio
Bitches laying on the sofa on the way the bitches over
We don't even like to entertain all the bluffin'
No discussion all my bitches get to bussin'
Got an issue beat these bitches like percussion (like percussion)
Bitches making moves ain't no need for interruptions
[Verse 5]
I so fly, I can't deny that I'm high
Get rich or try, eye for eye, do or die
I rule the world fuck your rules I defy
I do for I, make my moves move the sky
This is what it looks like, like, like, like
Took it to the oven watch it rising
When it's cooked right, right, right, right
You think I'm playing with you bitches no
This is what it looks like, like, like, like
Bitch, you talking way too often not smoking
And it's goodnight, night, night, night
I'm sick of playing with you bitches, naw
Written by: James Cayzer, Raymond Murphy