Bitch I’m it, yeah I know you tryin' be that too

I got the goodies that these bitches really be into

More fierce bitch could you please tell me who

I'ma cooky bitch I know I got an attitude

He tryin' take me to dinner I told him I was the dinner

Then I took him on that bet and then I made him a winner

Didn’t know he had a man but now that **** be bitter

Go ahead play with you boys I’m no baby-sitter

'Cause I’m that that that that that that that bitch

Eat me all day and when you done we can sandwich

Spittin' back to back to collect that bag

He gon' fuck around and spend all that cash on my ass

Ain’t with the hussin' or fuzzin', the passin' the puffin'

Coffin' tell him it was nothing when I know it meant something

I got him playing with the sticks and then he get to the drumming

I’m too busy getting money ain't got time for no crushing

I’m a busy bitch, call me the boss

I see it - I want it - and I get it baby

I don’t think twice

Uh! But don’t get me wrong honey it’s hard being a bad bitch

You think I woke up like this?

Bitch this ain't Beyoncé

I gotta fix my nails - my hair - and my pussy

And that’s hard work

Work, work, work, bitch work

Work, work, work, put in work

Work, work, work, bitch work

Work, work, work, put in work

So it looks like it be all eyes on me

Being in my present is their only fantasy

These bitches funny should be into doing comedy

Could I take him if I would sis, probably

When I walk, then they talk, make a buck

Heard they talking shit but who the fuck gives a fuck

Flooding on them - all I leave is - angle dust

Killing these hoes baby girl that’s a must

That bitch mad tell that lil' hoe to woosha

I'm a star and you know tell your man won't ya'

They say higabigaboo and I tell them boosha

All these **** stand in line just to get this totcha

Work, work, work, bitch work

Work, work, work, put in work

Work, work, work, bitch work

Work, work, work, put in work