Mmm...
And all my girls say (x3)
My face, my weave, my nails
My bag, my jeans, my shoes look perfect
You H&M hoodie, what's goodie
Bitches under my feet like the Converse surface
I keep more scales than a serpent
Do the real long shots where the work is
Dry denim Nudie jeans with a tight stitch
Back pocket full of snort for a white bitch
Only lady in the crew is me
But I got a batch of babies that'll shoot for free
Off the bat, I'm looking at her dude
Now she got an attitude!
She thought she was fly
She ain't even in my latitude
Nigga stepping on my new suede loafers
Now I gotta beef her up in a Testarossa
Put her in a toasta, switch her like a sandwich
Everyone know Miss Bank$ cause mad damage
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