I got it bad
Got me on my Ne-Yo
Make a nigga so sad
And he like to see smile
So he buy me pretty bags
And he get a lot of money
He don't care about the tags
So i'm pulling all the strings
He ain't worried bout her
Been a bad lil ting from birth
I'm fresh off the custom
Pockets ain't hurt
Like egg on they face
Hoe ya shit is dirt
Might rock yellow tape
I'm fresh off the scene
Double cup in the spot
Can't help but to lean
They think they a doll
Like ho in ya dreams
I'm realer than most
N' they see it as mean
I stay on my grind
I stand on my 2
Chasing a bag ian worried bout you
In the party like i'm going ku
Nigga
Like
That's what baddies do
Word 2 Scotty
He know i got body
So he tryna Ahna my Mac
All in my comments
In person they don't say a thing
Cos they know that them niggas get smacked
Bitch get back
Like the Stunna Girl song
We know you hoes ain't like dat
Gotta move tact
I read em
Like they shoulda
Did they contract
Fenty on the lips i'm poppin
Watch them hoes clock
What i'm coppin
Taught them how
I'm Mary Poppins
Bum hoes cant go
Where i'm shopping
Like my fit
That cash essential
Fake friends
F*cking up my mental
Say my name
N watch em tremble
Like
Bitch how you sub me in a rental