Elevators

Damn Flaw, this what I been prayin' for Uh Bad bitch alert, I'm a walking money bag (Cash) Get a nigga for his bands, then I go and pop tags (Woo) We some boss ass bitches, wrap our hair in Louis rags (Yeah) Still wearin' pack hair, bitch, that's a gag (Say what?) Let me tell you bitches what a boss do (Okay) Never let a nigga double cross you (Uh-huh) Always let 'em know you got the sauce too (What else?) And if he cheatin', fuck his friend, that's a boss move (Woo) I'ma go to work on you soft ass hoes (Yeah) That's a '15 Charger, bitch, the whole hood know You ain't foolin' nobody playin' rich bitch roles Wearin' old ass Gucci, ho, them last year's clothes Ho, we turnt in this bitch, you drinkin' Belaire rose We on Don in the VIP smellin' just like boss AP on my wrist, got a bad bitch froze My IG doin' numbers, watch a bad bitch pose I drop down and give a nigga fifty when I'm twerkin' Make a nigga jaw drop when he see me in person Make a nigga drop bands, make accounts start hurtin' Make him buy a Louis purse and I ain't even start flirting Missed church on Sunday, bought some Saint Laurent New Gucci lookin' crazy, they done changed the font In a Ghost with my mama's sister, that's my aunt Rolled by my ex like, "Hold up, let me stunt," bumpin' up on Elevators, elevators Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater 'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators (You heard that?) Elevators, elevators Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater 'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators I'm in love with Benjamin Franklin, I'm addicted to him Tat him on my titty with love 'cause I'm stickin' to him He in my ride, pants cursin' my mind, I'm so connected to him He told me buy a brand new bag, I'm 'bout to listen to him Ooh, take me shopping, buy me what I want Take me out to Vegas, fly me where you want Spend it on me at expensive restaurants I like Ace of Spades, lobster tails, and butter on croissants Don't give a fuck, ho, I know I got an attitude We goin' up, elevator on latitude Instagram doin' numbers, check my damn views I see your track slippin', bitch, you need some damn glue Rich bitch, thick bitch, and I got hands on me Hatin' bitch in her feelings 'cause her man on me All white everything like the Klan on me Drumline in my purse 'cause I got the bands on me (That bag) I got the bands on me (Cash) That's why your man on me (Give me that) These Gucci, ain't no Vans on me Foolin' out at Lenox, throwin' money like a fan on me, bitch