Pressin'

(Music Majorx) (B100) Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin' Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin' Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?) Body lookin' mean in Céline, that's how I'm dressin' Nigga thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin', ha Diamonds bustin', almost got my fuckin' wrist pregnant Got my weight up on these niggas like I'm bench pressin' Diamonds white like I bought these bitches straight from heaven Back hurt from all this walkin', I can't stop the steppin', ayy Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin' Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin' Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Body lookin' mean in Céline, that's how I'm dressin' (oh, yeah) Nigga thought a bitch was in love (Huh?), I was finessin', ha (oh, yeah) I send bro' at niggas' bitches 'cause I'm faithful (you know I'm married, bitch) I bet you hoes'll never see the Van Cleef bangle (you ain't gon' get that) Lil Horse don't care how old you is, that boy'll spank you (frrt, frrt) Wish I could ungive niggas shit, they ass ungrateful (they ass ungrateful) Door kicker, I turned the city up then brought that bag 'round (I did) You gon' think bro' 'nem do track and field when you get ran down (come here) Mention me, I don't even know niggas, they asses fanned out Fuck that though, my pockets thick as fuck, they look like Kash Doll (oh, yeah) Bitch, if God ain't want me blessed, he wouldn't have blessed me (I said, "Amen") Bitch, if God wanted you blessed, he would've blessed you (I said, "Amen") I got a mouthpiece, my bitch horny when I text her Real boss, ain't gotta be there, I still run shit in my section (nigga, I run shit) Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?) Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'