Bling Bling

[Chorus]

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

[Verse 1]

Wake up lil bitches, lemme show you how to live

Hair done, nails done, keep everything did

Like Rihanna forehead, bitch, you gotta think big

Don't let me catch you knocked up having that nigga's kids

You are the not the wifey for swallowing nigga's kids

These niggas be doing bids

These niggas be in my fridge

These niggas be smoking mids and thinking that they the shit

Walk up in ya crib asking if they could live

Not about that

These bitches is gullible like a mouse trap

This cheese ain't real, fucking cumbucket

Hyped off 4 piece nuggets

He will never cuff you 'cause your pussy is budget

[Chorus]

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

[Verse 2]

It's a full time job fuckin' loving yourself

Niggas try to rob a bitch for her self wealth and her mental health

Know a few bum ass niggas who fuck bitches, cuff bitches just to sleep in the bed

Tell a bitch that he love her just so he could get fed

Damn, ma, over here all that leeching is dead

Preaching to you lil bitches, did you hear what I said?

If I catch you niggas creeping, I'ma beat up your friend

Looking out for my mama and my day one bitches

Independent women, we accumulating riches

Blowing haters kisses

Forever fly misses

We whipping in the kitchen, so respect my business

[Chorus]

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

[Bridge]

Lemme tell you how niggas really be

Here's me, here's JP reporting live from the streets

And you best believe that I got the key

And I got the trees and I got the tweets

Ain't no stopping these prophecies

Am I a thot for lovin ciroc?

Gucci or not, I'm a G 'cause I got

All my hot girls with me and we

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

[Chorus]

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

[Verse 3]

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, how many niggas is ready to go

Down on a bitch for the Galaxy 4?

99 reasons why niggas ain't shit

103 ways to suck on a clit

5 ugly niggas drive they mama's whip

13 bitches spit game in the Uber

Took my weave out 'cause my real hair is cuter

Ain't texting him back 'cause the nigga's a loser

His pops and uncle and cousins are smoother

Got a big mouth, but your mindset is little

Got a big dick, but the income is minimal

Shit is not funny, the mission is critical

Setting yourself up for disses and ridicule

Talk to these hoes, and I got them to switch on you

Talked to ya mom, and now she gonna shit on you