Blowing up my phone cause I got bomb pussy I'm not from the hood I am from my mom pussy I talk shit thats what I do, talk shit till my face blue You doing good when they hate you These bitches kiddie like Babe Ruth Comprehend I'm not yo friend I forever trend like Timberlands I don't never count what I'm finna spend My money right dont need a pen Come out slaying with the hottest look Make yo nigga come out his pocketbook It ain't a date just a dinner plate These frog legs, such elite buffet Back to the streets I gotta get me a buck Condoms not needed cause, don't give a fuck My homies told me who they bout to rush I won't say shit like the old movie "Hush" Cause I'm not no snitch but I am that bitch All because I'm in the light do not mean I'm gone switch No my nigga this is not a rental You gone need a dental if you fuck with me Lay a nigga down in the ground If he really think he got one up on me On the highway in my Jeeper creeper Paid for this bitch off straight features If you ain't getting paid everyday like it's Friday Fuck out my face like bye Felicia
Friday... Felicia... only real niggas get it, (yea, yea) Lets get it
Bitches out here acting tough, I'm tryna ignore the fuss Cause I don't play with people kids Bitch this ain't Toys R Us (Nah) Bitch this ain't Toys R Us (Nah) I came up from the rough
The squad with me yeah we get paid While yall bitches looking pre-paid No T-Pain but this tea will leave a nigga in pain With a migraine when I spill it Anything I do I kill it, this Peruvian bitch feel it Fake hair but I'm the realest I'm hard head you can't tell me nothing I'm going in like a belly button And on every beat that I see just label it "Rip" We only pals if it's Paypal or get the fuck away from me And to keep this shit G, I got more music than Glee We got beef cause he got roast And I got more power than ghost And I got more ledges than soap Cause I burn bread like toast Bitch try it, bullets flying niggas dying now You put that on God but you still lying, wow! Sad case, goofy running in a fast pace Looking like a track star knowing this yo last day Niggas already know what I'm about What's the amount? Let me check yo account I'm never lacking I change up my route Bitches out looking for me like a scout
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43568309