This some b-shit, ain't it?
No, yeah, when, when men are cunts
It's like "Oh, he's such a boss"
But when women are bosses, they're like "Oh"
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still ridin' this ho on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts (Cunt)
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit, so cunt
Could never give a fuck what you think, cunt
You give me everything you fuckin' own
The credit cards, the money, and the gold
You don't even know what to fuckin' do with it
I know what to do
Thеm little bitches tryna get thеy rent paid
I'ma need you to take me to the bank
And add me to everything, bitch
Seems I look too good for this conversation
Love myself with no hesitation
I'm the master, ain't no debate-tion
Causing all these sick fucks frustration
Can't read me hoe, I riddle
Peter Pan me, taste my skittles
Want my worth, no meeting in the middle
Made me wait so now, I want triple
Bitch, from the bottom to the top, I'm a switch
I ride that stick, I'm a witch
Swipe my face card, I'm rich
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still ridin' this ho on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts (Cunt)
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit, so cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt
Yeah, this pussy got a gift, but it ain't no gift for you
Kiss ass, I ain't got shit for you
Bring my money, I don't play about my payment
Find your bones at the bottom of my basement
Three more kids then I wanna get my body done
Ass shots, hubby love it, get another one
Nip, nip tuck, baby don't slip up
Triple D perked up
Paint job, cream truck
La-la-la, I don't mean to offend
La-la-la, I'm never mean to my fans
And yes, I will sign your titties
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still ridin' this ho on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts (Cunt)
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit, so cunt
Could never give a fuck what you think
You give me everything you fuckin' own
The credit cards, the money, and the gold
You don't even know what to fuckin' do with it
I know what to do
Them little bitches tryna get they rent paid
I'ma need you to take me to the bank
And add me to everything, bitch
You better stay away
No bitch, I don't want your nigga anyway
No way, I don't want him
Bitch, he not even my type
That ain't what I like
He better stay away 'cause I just might
Bitch, slap him in the face
I don't want to kink-shame
But that might be what he like
That ain't what I like
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
(Y-y-you a bum)
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Give me everything you fuckin' own
Cunt
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Add me to everything, bitch
Cunt
