Lyrics

It's Q Money, ain't shit funny, bitch? For sure Christian Dior on my feet Shoes 500 a piece, these bitches ain't cheap See me in public, they try not to speak These niggas be weak, I'm a wolf and they sheep Dark tinted windows when I'm 'bout to creep I'm on my shit, I ain't missing a beat She ain't a hoe, but she freaky for me, she freaky for me Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Like Muhammad Ali, niggas be talking that extra than me What you spelling to me? I ain't Akellah the Bee Still ain't met a nigga fresher than me Still ain't heard a nigga better than me She know she ain't gone find that nigga that beat that pussy wetter than me Ooh, redder than me Ooh, better than me Ooh, kill it, my g Ooh, niggas ain't better than me I been a lil scrooge since I hopped out the womb I hop in my coupe, I pull up just like vroom Everybody know that boy Q got the juice She wanna fuck, she keep sending me nudes I fucked her face, now she got a loose tooth She got a loose tooth Bitch, I might go pull up to my old school Just to go stunt on my principal Ten bands on my physical You fuck niggas be miserable Hop out the coupe then I hang out the roof Middle finger up, I ain't fucking with you I get that money then I act a fool Take 30k and go sit by the pool I swear this money be changing my mood All of my bitches be saying I'm rude If you don't listen then you get the boot Bitch, you get the boot You know it's Q Still ain't met a nigga fresher than me Still ain't heard a nigga better than me She know she ain't gone find that nigga that beat that pussy wetter than me Ooh, redder than me Ooh, better than me Ooh, kill it, my g Ooh, niggas ain't better than me
Writer(s): Qamar Williams, Austin Pierce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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