Honey Bun

Another one (Hey, Biz, this you?)

And another one

Thought you was the one, you just another one (Another one)

Thought I wasn't nothing, but I'm number one (Let's go)

I'm like Lauryn Hill, I'm just a younger one (Haha, yeah)

I be hugging bands, I got my money tucked (Bundles up)

If that ass is fat, I'm tryna fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Hop up in the bunk and we could buddy up (Let's go)

Mighty Gang, but shorty call me honey bun (Yeah)

This that shorty you should study from

Six-pack like I got a tummy tuck (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bury ****, then I dug 'em up (Dug 'em up)

Just to show these **** what I'm drumming up (Fuck it up)

Work hard, that's why my luck is up, That is not a reach (Okay)

I'll be honest, I don't see you ****, what is y'all to me?

Honda Civic started fucking up, now I bought a Jeep (Skrrt)

Used to wanna be a fucking star, now I'm on the screen (Uh-huh)

All these years I let you **** talk (Talk)

Now I'm 'bout to fucking scream (Scream)

All these years I couldn't see the light (Light)

Now I gotta fucking beam

Thank you, plug, for the lala

Spicing up my life like masala

Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama

Hypocrite, I'm in Balenciaga

Thank you plug for the lala

Spicing up my life like masala

Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father

Ignorant, I'm drippin' in that Prada

Drippy from my head to my toe, mm

I forgot the days when I was broke, mm

This is for my family and folk, mm

And for them silly **** thinkin' I'm a joke, mm

Ha-ha-ha, who laughing now? (Ha-ha)

Making what I used to make, I can't imagine now (Let's go)

Hm, we bougie, living lavish now (Yeah)

I could be your chaperone, I manage now (Okay, huh)

On a roller coaster, figure eight (Uh)

She just wanna dinner and a date (Hh)

She just want the wine pairing, she don't even like sharing

She just want a bigger piece of steak (Woah)

I got money, you got body, that's the trade off (Yeah)

And I'm so attractive, shorty that's your payoff

Pretty but I'm handsome, plus I got the day off (Ah)

Ain't no need for chaos, on your knees and—

Thank you, plug, for the lala

Spicing up my life like masala

Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama

Hypocrite, I'm in Balenciaga

Thank you plug for the lala

Spicing up my life like masala

Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father

Ignorant, I'm drippin' in that Prada

Listen

A person could be so pretty, as they would say

But their ways are so filthy

The looks is nothing to me

All the good looks that a person may have

When they start dumping all their nasty ways on you

How long can you take that for?

You gonna walk away from that pretty looks that you met in the first place

So when I says, pretty looks is not everything

We talk about the beauty within

That is everything