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