for the record i made a million for my last record

shouldve went diamond but the label aint apply the pressure

fuck them **** i aint into making no excuses

cut ties signed dottted lines im onto different ventures

damn time move fast when you living in the past dont it

get surpassed when you too focused on the last moment

i got depressed i was too foucsed on the bad moments

all these people speaking on me how im mad lonely

these bitches fighting for my spot i cant let up

bills keep piling up i gotta get my bread up

the label wont let me drop, and now my man is acting funny

i been beefing with my besties this shit been feeling like a set up

sick and tired of doing shit just to make people happy

now im a deadbeat daughter i get it from my daddy

im a deadbeat cousin i get it from my moms

this music shit stressing me out i might just get a job

the internet said that im a bully shit i gotta embrace it

i just think what yall be thinking and then i say it

i dont even check the price in the stores i just pay it

and when precious cargo drop i bet you bitches still gon play it

all this money i been making just made me complacent

me and jj aint even speaking this shit is outrageous

why im responding to these trolls the bitches is nameless

bird brain bums on my dick is just making me famous

la bella donna miss i aint worried bout nada

im in the bed eating grapes while reading cappadona

imma princess have my man carry me aroundy feet cant touch the ground cause the fucking floor is

lava

post a picture and make chicken might open a churches

im on ebay in the stu looking at vintage purses

just me and jayson in this bitch while i'm writing my verses

i been posting all these snippets just making em nervous

mickey got my pen on the stove like a hot comb

i been cooking in this bitch for a while like a pot roast

and all these bitches hating on me i hope that they die slow

i been chewing bitches up and i did it with my mouth closed

they like maiya when you dropping?

sorry for the wait i been doing too much shopping

too much pissing bitches off, too much stuffing of my wallet

too much letting bitches rock now its time to throw the gaunlet

i aint done yet if you ever thought it was over

FOR THE RECORDfor the record i made a million for my last re.pdf

tell these hoes to make some room or we’ll be in here rubbing shoulders

shaking hands giving hugs and all the niceties

getting along with all these hoes cause they know they aint as nice as me

la jefesita stomp a bitch in my chancletas

im in tootsies on they couches throwing bands and yelling wepa

griselda blanco if she was coming outta bed stuyv

yankee in my brim and puerto rico on my neckline