Brunch

Yeah Um hmm Rich Nanni Stiff on a hoe, I like my nigga boujee Twenty twenty vision still dont see no way of fucking losing Ain't no pick me, but I got all these bitches niggas ' choosing I can't fuck with him if he don't trick off and let me use him On God I can't love that boy, he got a finnsta Soft ass, lips for this pussy, this clit sensitive Booster hoes tripping, gave me clothes with the sensor Might get the tweakin' on my scam nigga, water on his printer If I miss my period, baby born rich like a Jenner Still waitin' on you to put it on, since, last, last, winter You bitches so behind, I got a flash pass enter Fuck Nigga, I can't cook for you, this ass for dinner Uh Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch He say how I know he was a eater I just had a hunch Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him I'm just having fun Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs Gotta have a gun Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch He say how I know he was a eater I just had a hunch Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him I'm just having fun Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs Gotta have a gun Young, turnt' n single, we no kids, hoe Bitch, better not play with me They know I'ma up the score Everybody fuck with me Everything I touch turn gold Know some folks that'll bust for me I ain't gotta touch a soul Nigga, say his bitch a fan of me I'm on his hit list, though Keep that taramana and that cheap shit That's sum row ya boat I'm tryna drive the yacht Outside lookin' for the thots AC on my neck and wrist, somehow a bitch still hot Coulda went black truck, but I drove two door, addin' to the plot He say that he him when he get round me, I'm like, no, you not Cap Nah, nigga, no, you ain't Fake My idea of a first date is to the bank ATM to be exact Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch He say how I know he was a eater I just had a hunch Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him I'm just having fun Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs Gotta have a gun Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch He say how I know he was a eater I just had a hunch Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him I'm just having fun Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs Gotta have a gun