歌詞
[Verse 1]
They say they want some of that raw shit
B. Simone give ya something to work with
All you Instagram hoes is annoyin'
I'm ignoring you bitches on purpose
Ya **** on my story lurkin'
The money called said it was urgent
Rap bitches washed up like detergent
While I dissect this beat like a surgeon, I'm emergin'
Lil' bitch, stop subbin' in ya captions
'Fore I post a pic right on ya **** mattress
Ho, I'm just playin'
We know ya **** broke so I do not want your man
One day made fifty bands
I got that sauce I'm in tha kitchen with a pan
You rap hoes so dependent, all y'all need a ghost and you all use a pen, damn
I'm back in my zone
He call, I don't answer my phone
Broke ****, please leave me alone
That penis is large but, bitch, that **** is ours
I refuse to share dick anymore
Back on tour
Atlanta my home, ho, so take ya shoes off at the door
Can't do the fake shit anymore
****, you fuckin' with hoes that fuck for Dior, them lame whores
How you hoes claim you don't like me
But you use the B. Simone tone when you conversating?
It's aggravating
**** complain they don't like weave and makeup
But you still wearing Beijing, what?
Baby boy, you confused
Everything that I do, they gon' do
Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Share for share doesn't help my brand, it helps you
Yo bitch woulda been gave up
We argue all night then fuck to make up
And brush every single problem up under tha rug
Can't find a good man 'cause I love me a thug
Honestly **** don't know how to love
Honestly **** don't know how to fuck
I'm tired of fake moaning acting like it's alright
Just to catch a flight in tha morning
I keep it a hunnid
Never subtracting just adding
Broke bitches is mad and I'm laughing
Account on a milli, ya feel me?
My wrist is on platinum
Pulled a stack out and I smacked him
Rap bitches phony, they owe me
They stealing my swag, it ain't free, baby, run me my money
Yeah, ho, run me my money
Lil' bitch, what the fuck is so funny?
You laughin' and shit
Till my **** get to clappin' and shit
I'm back in this bitch (You back in this bitch?)
Yeah, I'm back in this bitch
My n***a not blind but pull up with the stick
While I'm at the bank doing mathematics
You bitches gettin' fucked on a Craftmatic
He hit it from the back then we back at it
Written by: Bralyn Greenfield