B2b

Circle full of hoes, I blow my nose, it look like wintertime These niggas love me now but wasn’t no love when I ain’t have a dime I play wit’ yo mind before yo dick, I need a bigger plate Like fuck yo dinner date, I need a Rover for the interstate Money over niggas, bigger budgets to blow Bigger packs I gotta flip ‘cause I got places to go Bigger booties in my dm, bigger reefer to smoke Bigger crystals for my mental, I zone out on you hoes I need all my fuckin’ space, this pussy fire but y’ain’t say ya grace I ain’t tryna race, I’m gettin’ paid, I can’t relax today Virgo like Beyoncé, sippin’ lemonade in Gucci shades Pattin’ my Beyoncé braids, watchin’ niggas masturbate Smarter than these niggas, they done taught me too much Ion trust ‘em, fuck ya, pay me, ain’t no dick in the guts Kill a stage and rock a lace, evil eyes and pretty face Yo big homie wanna taste, he love bbymutha shape In the kitchen with the dishes, gettin’ money wit’ my bitches Poppin’ molly and my bitches scrape the pot and get to business I want a diamond choker, need a bigger bed to hoe on Wit’ my boyfriend and his boyfriend, buy one get one like a coupon Talkin’ so much shit, I kill a hoe with the stench Hurt ya feelings, oh ya injured, go'on and sit on the bench Countin’ money, green fingertips, call me the Grinch Need a plug? I can direct you to a play and a pinch, bitch Money on my mental, golden dental, own it, you a rental Flexin’ on my exes, they pathetic, fuck it, ion feel ‘em Bitches love to stalk me, hear ‘em talkin’, I just gotta laugh See you in the streets, you want a jack or want a autograph? Tryna keep me down just ‘cause they know I’m the shit Shoulda kept her in the house but now I’m fuckin’ yo bitch Keep a pistol in the couch, a block away from the brick Watercolors in my crown, the queen of art in this bitch I got issues, you got issues, we just human, I could never stress I know how it feel to be a loser, bitch, I know you pressed See me in them magazines and yeah, my crib a fuckin’ mess And yet you still can’t fuck up my rotation, bitch, I’m fuckin’ blessed Child of the universe, the star of my show I’m on Pluto poppin’ molly, percocets wit’ ya hoe Twenty-eight years down, I got plenty to go You can’t treat me like no rookie, I’m just lettin’ you know I work hard for third dimensional respect Like, fuck the internet You bitches wouldn’t say it to my face ‘cause y’ain’t said it yet Duckin’ and they dodgin’, camouflagin’, tuck they little tails You don’t want it with the queen of Hell, catch a shell I’m the perfect bitch to beaf wit’ if you lookin’ for steak Money me of molly me, or we got nothing to say I was cool wit’ ridin’ buckets but I’m ready for raves Funny business got you bitches left out in the cold in the rain, bitch