Let it bang on a hoe Big toy, g. I. joe You can't fuck, that's a no I am picky, afro Bank on tic-tac-toe All you see is 0, 0, 0's Bitch, you know I'm in my glow Eat up the beat, I'll take it to go I don't answer the phone Bitch, run me a letter Slide to my crib if you got me some cheddar His blood spill when I shot the beretta I had to walk home, in the inside I sweat her I don't let shit fly by I just make souls fly high Kill him with his tie, kill him with his tie Kill him with his tie, that's tie-dye
Pass that money 'round like hot potato Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel Throw hands to his face like a facial That bullet hole look like a navel Pass that money 'round like hot potato Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel Throw hands to his face like a facial That bullet hole look like a navel
Big money, feeling pumpy Adios, can't get shit from me Five meals in my tummy Equals up to your rent money Don't let your nigga play you like he's stevie He do a triple take when he see me I might just talk to him real briefly Tell him to drop you off then come eat me That's if you like it or not I'm a business woman on top And I don't facebook 'cause my face booked On every fucking flyer that drop This that knock, knock, who's there? Front porch, front porch, you Bitch, if you don't answer this door right now Bullets 'bout to come through Play if you want, today I got time I wouldn't even phone even if I was blind Who said I can't rap? that lil' bitch lying I'm bringing that heat like the clothes is dry So stop it Bitches ain't on my profit I'm a messy bitch so watch it I'ma spill the tea ain't no marvin Bitch mean muggin', wearing pony tails So I'm guessing she a bum dummy So I beat her ass into the rubber band Like I need that for more money Cone head bitch, 'bout to be missing toppings Take off her head like a discount shopping Come to the block, don't put me on the block With his dread head schemin' That's a motherfucking plot twist
Pass that money 'round like hot potato Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel Throw hands to his face like a facial That bullet hole look like a navel Pass that money 'round like hot potato Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel Throw hands to his face like a facial That bullet hole look like a navel
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43568994