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(Beat 'em Trill) These puss' ass hoes could never, should never, would never (Exotic) (That shit, that shit is hard though) Yeah, don't play with that girl Vicky, she is not one of them It take a seven figure bag just to get a bitch like me He can't say he got that ass, that's 'cause a bitch low-key I'on do no pen and pad, ask any bitch know me I can't do no mini-man, all of my guys OG Bitches poppin' tags, she gon' spend a bag Hope it's not your mans, she gon' throw that ass Cash in, cash out, he gon' throw them bands Buy me Birkins every week, I guess that's not your mans Spendin' bands every week, 'cause he know I'ma go get it This that money five high, know I might handle my business I'm a Zone 6 bitch, all my designer be fitted She wanna fuck with the gang, she know the gang really with it Seen a man Atlantic smile, he wasn't afraid to go spend it I really fuck with my slimes, they ain't afraid to go spin it It take a seven figure bag just to get a bitch like me He can't say he got that ass, that's 'cause a bitch low-key I'on do no pen and pad, ask any bitch know me I can't do no mini-man, all of my guys OG Bitches poppin' tags, she gon' spend a bag Hope it's not your mans, she gon' throw that ass Cash in, cash out, he gon' throw them bands Buy me Birkins every week, I guess that's not your mans I'm a real ass bitch and he gon' get me what I want He gon' fly me to Paris and he gon' feed me some croissant Every time he hit my line, bitch, you know I'ma press decline 'Cause he gon' show me bags of money when he hit me on FaceTime He gon' eat this pussy, ho, I'ma wipe that pussy' nose He gon' spend a hundred k, just to put my wrist on froze They gon' hate on me regardless, don't really matter how it goes Speak on Vicky, speak on how I made a couple milli', hoe It take a seven figure bag just to get a bitch like me He can't say he got that ass, that's 'cause a bitch low-key I'on do no pen and pad, ask any bitch know me I can't do no mini-man, all of my guys OG Bitches poppin' tags, she gon' spend a bag Hope it's not your mans, she gon' throw that ass Cash in, cash out, he gon' throw them bands Buy me Birkins every week, I guess that's not your mans
Writer(s): Christopher Thompson, Victoria Rose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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