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Yasss, bish, yasss (x12)
Me, im that bitch that be footing the bill
Only real nigga could cop a feel
Credit card blacker than that nigga seal
24 million I brokered deal
Jewish my lawyer he kosher than dill
And I am still, poppin the pills
I dont give a fuck how you bitches feel
Jealousy, jealousy thats how you feel?
I am still living in Beverly hills
Tellem to chill, tellem to chill
Tell all them people my wrists is on chill
Bitches cant beat me they aint got the skill
Eye of the tiger they aint got the kill
Look up to jada I love her and will
Bitches my sons but they not in my chill
The fuck be wrong with these bitches?
The fuck be wrong with these niggas?.
Yasss, bish, yasss (x8)
Tellem give a bad bitch a proper due
What they say aint never what they gon do
It say 250 on that fuckin sticker
Pink print hot it should be in some slippers.
I dont fuck with you niggas, I own the clippers
I own some homes, I own my own liquor
Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger
You bitches my sons I need a babysitter
I am the dream, on the dream team
I am Olajwon i am Hakeem
Adbul Jabar, i am Kareem
I am the queen because im machine
You are not ready, you are not seasoned
Ho against e I say fix is Jesus
Thinking the hot, talk shit a lot
But when they shit drop I say fix is Jesus
Oh, your shit aint gold!
Word to my bank roll
Real niggas aint sold
Dropping my singe in two weeks
The pink print album a movie
Bitches be thinkin they hot
But these bitches be using that term so loosely.
Yasss, bish, yasss (x12)
Tellem give a bad bitcha proper due
What they say aint never what they gon do
It say 250 on that fucking sticker
Pink print hot it should be in some slippers.
But these bitches be using that term so loosely