He like the way that I'm stuntin' in the club
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Settling scores with you Niggas, it ain't no way to live
My heart was filled up with love, I had too much to give
Had to cut Niggas off, that's just the way it is
Had to forgive myself for the things that I did
Self improvement, self love, that's the life I want
I rather be somewhere, meditating all alone
Sometimes I feel this is a house and it's not a home
That's why I'm bossin' up, gettin' done on my own
They say I'm actin' funny, cuz I stopped indulging
In the foolishness, now I run instead of walking
So please stop talking, or give me props I deserve
Swear, they never ever wanna give me all that I earn
He like the way that I'm stuntin' in the club
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
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He like the way that I'm stuntin' in the club
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Settling scores with you Niggas, it ain't no way to live
My heart was filled up with love, I had too much to give
Had to cut Niggas off, that's just the way it is
Had to forgive myself for the things that I did
Self improvement, self love, that's the life I want
I rather be somewhere, meditating all alone
Sometimes I feel this is a house and it's not a home
That's why I'm bossin' up, gettin' done on my own
They say I'm actin' funny, cuz I stopped indulging
In the foolishness, now I run instead of walking
So please stop talking, or give me props I deserve
Swear, they never ever wanna give me all that I earn
He like the way that I'm stuntin' in the club
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Settling scores with you Niggas, it ain't no way to live
My heart was filled up with love, I had too much to give
Had to cut Niggas off, that's just the way it is
Had to forgive myself for the things that I did
Self improvement, self love, that's the life I want
I rather be somewhere, meditating all alone
Sometimes I feel this is a house and it's not a home
That's why I'm bossin' up, gettin' done on my own
They say I'm actin' funny, cuz I stopped indulging
In the foolishness, now I run instead of walking
So please stop talking, or give me props I deserve
Swear, they never ever wanna give me all that I earn
He like the way that I'm stuntin' in the club
Hair done, nails done, yea you know wassup
Hot girl season, yea you know what that's about
Niggas chasin' Hoes, they doin' anything for clout
I got my girls with me and yea we bossed up
Forever chasin' bags, ain't got no time for love
Shout out to my hot girls doin' big things
Enjoy the fruits of ya labor and everything
Runnin' cross his mind almost every single day
Can't help it baby girl, I was born this way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
If you chase that bag, he might swing your way
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Oh you fancy, huh, Oh you fancy, huh
I'm fancy, damn right, I'm fancy, huh
Writer: Fatima Sutton-McCants
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