Why spend mine when I can Spend yours
They said hard work really pays Off
So get the working, get dat Berkin
I deserve that, keep tricking so I Can throw This ass back, if you Think I'm a ten think Again, That's average, this chick right Here Fine wine drink up your Beverage
Nigga wanna touch my cookie, What you Gon say drop on his Face stookie
Don't get it twisted for a second I Gets Bread, try to play me leave Ya ass on Read
Ya'll say bros over hoes, I Suppose it's a Cliche, got cho ass At the bar buying that Dussè
All my real bitches drop it down Low, that Melanin popping we Got a natural flow
The best things are free, but I'm Better Here's a fee
Stop fronting acting stush, run it Back Reggie bush
Now bounce that ass
Back at it, now gon look at it
It's real some cellulite, bring Some light Into your life
You can party with my girls get a name for Yaself
I'm a Independent chick I don't F*ck With the help
Every girl in my team, a bad one Main Stream
Every niggas wet dream, no scam More Like a scheme
Dedicated to my dreams, hot like Coffee Got the cream
I'm reaching real heights ain't Nobody Touching me
Question have you ever doubted Me
Or wish ya wifey was halfway me
Got a winners mind the drama I Ain't got Time once again
This Chick right here is Fine wine
Control ya wifey, I don't want Cho man
But if I did, I'll be banking Counting his Bands
But too bad I got my own, stay On your Leash here's a bone
I'm a queen to you peasants Sitting high On my thrown
Slow it down real quick for these Hating Hoes
Use to be my friends but now They all foes
They worried bout the wrong Things so They all broke
I call her bitch to her face she Don't want The smoke
Bring it back boomerang money Ain't a Thing
I'm not too glamorous but my Chain chains Swing
This the beginning and bitch I Won't stop
Infatuated by the bag I need the Guap
Self made, chocolate, real thick,
It's supa wet you'll drown and Cum quick
All my females feeling this come Gather up
Sit on him like a horse now Saddle up
Bounce that ass
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Why spend mine when I can Spend yours
They said hard work really pays Off
So get the working, get dat Berkin
I deserve that, keep tricking so I Can throw This ass back, if you Think I'm a ten think Again, That's average, this chick right Here Fine wine drink up your Beverage
Nigga wanna touch my cookie, What you Gon say drop on his Face stookie
Don't get it twisted for a second I Gets Bread, try to play me leave Ya ass on Read
Ya'll say bros over hoes, I Suppose it's a Cliche, got cho ass At the bar buying that Dussè
All my real bitches drop it down Low, that Melanin popping we Got a natural flow
The best things are free, but I'm Better Here's a fee
Stop fronting acting stush, run it Back Reggie bush
Now bounce that ass
Back at it, now gon look at it
It's real some cellulite, bring Some light Into your life
You can party with my girls get a name for Yaself
I'm a Independent chick I don't F*ck With the help
Every girl in my team, a bad one Main Stream
Every niggas wet dream, no scam More Like a scheme
Dedicated to my dreams, hot like Coffee Got the cream
I'm reaching real heights ain't Nobody Touching me
Question have you ever doubted Me
Or wish ya wifey was halfway me
Got a winners mind the drama I Ain't got Time once again
This Chick right here is Fine wine
Control ya wifey, I don't want Cho man
But if I did, I'll be banking Counting his Bands
But too bad I got my own, stay On your Leash here's a bone
I'm a queen to you peasants Sitting high On my thrown
Slow it down real quick for these Hating Hoes
Use to be my friends but now They all foes
They worried bout the wrong Things so They all broke
I call her bitch to her face she Don't want The smoke
Bring it back boomerang money Ain't a Thing
I'm not too glamorous but my Chain chains Swing
This the beginning and bitch I Won't stop
Infatuated by the bag I need the Guap
Self made, chocolate, real thick,
It's supa wet you'll drown and Cum quick
All my females feeling this come Gather up
Sit on him like a horse now Saddle up
Bounce that ass
They said hard work really pays Off
So get the working, get dat Berkin
I deserve that, keep tricking so I Can throw This ass back, if you Think I'm a ten think Again, That's average, this chick right Here Fine wine drink up your Beverage
Nigga wanna touch my cookie, What you Gon say drop on his Face stookie
Don't get it twisted for a second I Gets Bread, try to play me leave Ya ass on Read
Ya'll say bros over hoes, I Suppose it's a Cliche, got cho ass At the bar buying that Dussè
All my real bitches drop it down Low, that Melanin popping we Got a natural flow
The best things are free, but I'm Better Here's a fee
Stop fronting acting stush, run it Back Reggie bush
Now bounce that ass
Back at it, now gon look at it
It's real some cellulite, bring Some light Into your life
You can party with my girls get a name for Yaself
I'm a Independent chick I don't F*ck With the help
Every girl in my team, a bad one Main Stream
Every niggas wet dream, no scam More Like a scheme
Dedicated to my dreams, hot like Coffee Got the cream
I'm reaching real heights ain't Nobody Touching me
Question have you ever doubted Me
Or wish ya wifey was halfway me
Got a winners mind the drama I Ain't got Time once again
This Chick right here is Fine wine
Control ya wifey, I don't want Cho man
But if I did, I'll be banking Counting his Bands
But too bad I got my own, stay On your Leash here's a bone
I'm a queen to you peasants Sitting high On my thrown
Slow it down real quick for these Hating Hoes
Use to be my friends but now They all foes
They worried bout the wrong Things so They all broke
I call her bitch to her face she Don't want The smoke
Bring it back boomerang money Ain't a Thing
I'm not too glamorous but my Chain chains Swing
This the beginning and bitch I Won't stop
Infatuated by the bag I need the Guap
Self made, chocolate, real thick,
It's supa wet you'll drown and Cum quick
All my females feeling this come Gather up
Sit on him like a horse now Saddle up
Bounce that ass
Writer: SADE FRASER
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid