This goes out to all y'all tuned in
The baddies the secret baddies all you motherf*ckers
Talk about something y'all like cause it definitely ain't me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way cheap bitches comin' for me know gotta be free
But I get paid just to show up
Pressed stressed obsessed what I got 'em
Make another move and I'll get someone to pop him'
Watching my back 'cause these dudes be sockin'
Watching my plate cause these broke hoes starvin'
Damn yall must hate me
Ridin' dick so hard yall need savin
Y'all bitches so nasty stop it
Making everything but a deposit yeah
Killin' bitches send 'em to the lobby
Bad bitch shit they could never rob me
Make him do what I say imma call him robbie
Ocean front balcony all the niggas saw me
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain't nothin' like none of these misfortune hoes
'Cause I f*cking want to if they ask me Why?
I'm from the Mile high niggas can't make me cry (Ah)
Nigga this pussy game lethal
Use my tongue grab his dick like a seagull
Bitch I'm the movie these hoes my sequels
And my pussy real real tight like a kegal (Yeah)
Mental health high bank account full
Hoes goin' broke tryna replicate at my jewels
Lip gloss be popped and my gum be chewed
If I worried 'bout the hate I'd be a damn fool (Fool)
If I was worried 'bout y'all bitches how y'all be worried about me
I'd be f*cked up too ayy
Your IG account get more notifications
But your bank account don't got no correlation
Love to talk shit whole time I'm chase-in'
I'll never give a bum bitch verification
Why? I get to much money
Hoes love sayin' they a demon so far from me
Drop a lil' bum then i get to actin' up
Put my hand in his face send him back where he's from uh
Bitch I'm 'bout my money
Pussy tight and I'm feeling real cunty
He like 'em thick with the lemonade country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I'll walk the souls out you like some 'fendi shoes
I'm finna bust that bitch wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga but I find some of you niggas cute
Cut the radio short f*ck an interview
And when I show my wild side make 'em do the due
I got these niggas blushin' lookin' like they Pikachu
I'm the bad bitch feelin' like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)
Yeah I said I was gon' pop my shit ah
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English
This goes out to all y'all tuned in
The baddies the secret baddies all you motherf*ckers
Talk about something y'all like cause it definitely ain't me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way cheap bitches comin' for me know gotta be free
But I get paid just to show up
Pressed stressed obsessed what I got 'em
Make another move and I'll get someone to pop him'
Watching my back 'cause these dudes be sockin'
Watching my plate cause these broke hoes starvin'
Damn yall must hate me
Ridin' dick so hard yall need savin
Y'all bitches so nasty stop it
Making everything but a deposit yeah
Killin' bitches send 'em to the lobby
Bad bitch shit they could never rob me
Make him do what I say imma call him robbie
Ocean front balcony all the niggas saw me
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain't nothin' like none of these misfortune hoes
'Cause I f*cking want to if they ask me Why?
I'm from the Mile high niggas can't make me cry (Ah)
Nigga this pussy game lethal
Use my tongue grab his dick like a seagull
Bitch I'm the movie these hoes my sequels
And my pussy real real tight like a kegal (Yeah)
Mental health high bank account full
Hoes goin' broke tryna replicate at my jewels
Lip gloss be popped and my gum be chewed
If I worried 'bout the hate I'd be a damn fool (Fool)
If I was worried 'bout y'all bitches how y'all be worried about me
I'd be f*cked up too ayy
Your IG account get more notifications
But your bank account don't got no correlation
Love to talk shit whole time I'm chase-in'
I'll never give a bum bitch verification
Why? I get to much money
Hoes love sayin' they a demon so far from me
Drop a lil' bum then i get to actin' up
Put my hand in his face send him back where he's from uh
Bitch I'm 'bout my money
Pussy tight and I'm feeling real cunty
He like 'em thick with the lemonade country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I'll walk the souls out you like some 'fendi shoes
I'm finna bust that bitch wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga but I find some of you niggas cute
Cut the radio short f*ck an interview
And when I show my wild side make 'em do the due
I got these niggas blushin' lookin' like they Pikachu
I'm the bad bitch feelin' like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)
Yeah I said I was gon' pop my shit ah
The baddies the secret baddies all you motherf*ckers
Talk about something y'all like cause it definitely ain't me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way cheap bitches comin' for me know gotta be free
But I get paid just to show up
Pressed stressed obsessed what I got 'em
Make another move and I'll get someone to pop him'
Watching my back 'cause these dudes be sockin'
Watching my plate cause these broke hoes starvin'
Damn yall must hate me
Ridin' dick so hard yall need savin
Y'all bitches so nasty stop it
Making everything but a deposit yeah
Killin' bitches send 'em to the lobby
Bad bitch shit they could never rob me
Make him do what I say imma call him robbie
Ocean front balcony all the niggas saw me
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain't nothin' like none of these misfortune hoes
'Cause I f*cking want to if they ask me Why?
I'm from the Mile high niggas can't make me cry (Ah)
Nigga this pussy game lethal
Use my tongue grab his dick like a seagull
Bitch I'm the movie these hoes my sequels
And my pussy real real tight like a kegal (Yeah)
Mental health high bank account full
Hoes goin' broke tryna replicate at my jewels
Lip gloss be popped and my gum be chewed
If I worried 'bout the hate I'd be a damn fool (Fool)
If I was worried 'bout y'all bitches how y'all be worried about me
I'd be f*cked up too ayy
Your IG account get more notifications
But your bank account don't got no correlation
Love to talk shit whole time I'm chase-in'
I'll never give a bum bitch verification
Why? I get to much money
Hoes love sayin' they a demon so far from me
Drop a lil' bum then i get to actin' up
Put my hand in his face send him back where he's from uh
Bitch I'm 'bout my money
Pussy tight and I'm feeling real cunty
He like 'em thick with the lemonade country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I'll walk the souls out you like some 'fendi shoes
I'm finna bust that bitch wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga but I find some of you niggas cute
Cut the radio short f*ck an interview
And when I show my wild side make 'em do the due
I got these niggas blushin' lookin' like they Pikachu
I'm the bad bitch feelin' like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)
Yeah I said I was gon' pop my shit ah
Writer: Jackson Forge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid