Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day, my bitch mad I ain't text her

Finna turn this cream to a Dr. Pepper

Lady in Celine always saying I'm being extra

I got bad hoes laying around my house like a shelter

I like bitches that like fucking bitches, yeah, this shit better

I like bitches so I get they nails done and they lashes

YSL, Celine, Prada, and Dior, she can grab it

These some thousand dollar jeans for the texture

Yeah, I finally hit his bitch, she got me mad, nothing special

With these hoes I get to pick like interceptions

Bitches begging me to fuck 'em, I ain't even showing effort

Gucci scarf wrapped around my head like I'm a terrorist

My bitch said we need to talk, I told her I ain't tryna hear it

She a bitch I'm fucking on but she a bitch you really cherish

Fake Rollies, fake Cubans, why the fuck you even wear it?

Hit a button, curtains moving, why the fuck is **** staring?

Flick me up, fade booming, where the fuck is all the cameras?

Don't start, you'd be doomed, you in the club with all these hammers

Only **** in this room throwing money on the dancers

Going Kanye crazy, ****, you ain't got the answers

Yeah, it's late but I just keep on bringing bitches to the mansion

Had to block a couple bitches, I ain't dealing with y'all answers

How the fuck she hear me on your story? I don't understand it

I went ghost on Valentine's, I ain't romantic

I get fly as fuck and fuck on **** bitches, it's a habit

I hopped off a flight in Dallas got 'em thinking I'm a Maverick

Model bitches storming in, it's looking like a beauty pageant

Almost had to slap a bitch, it's makeup on my Louis jacket

I just landed in Orlando lady asked, "Is you a Magic?"

I just woke up, bitches all around me, asking 'em what happened

Must've been a movie, I got all this glitter on my mattress

Don't put it past your bitch, yeah ****, 'cause I could have it

Stop staring at my wrist, **** dying if they grab it

When I see a group of bad thick bitches, I'ma attack it

If I see a bad group of bitches, I got options

Valentine's Day, leave your **** let's go shopping

That **** dead wrong, he only got you chocolate

That's your lil' boyfriend? He outta pocket

Lemme Cartier your wrist, girl, you fucking with the hottest

I'ma make it worth it 'cause I know I'm kinda toxic

I'm on Twitter, how is all these weak bitches getting flowers?

When I go shopping, it feel different, I been in here for a hour

December 21st in Fendi, think I got my super powers