Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Aye, Aye, Aye, Yuh
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Riding round my second pool in my jet ski
Living different ever since I made a mil I'm up see
Every rich man tryna f*ck tryna cuff me
Hoe I'm on the power imma put it in yo butt cheek
Ahh, All jokes
If my man was really into that then I wouldn't have every stroked
He be the one taking care of me, he the one that be breaking me
He the one that pay for my meals and get all my plastic surgery
I get paid for being alive
You bitches have to pay simply just to survive
3 sugar daddies bought me a house all mine
I got the gas, the cars, the energy, the drive
Shit talkers ain't got nothing on me (what do yall got that i don't?)
Bitches come for me looking like a centipede (insect)
Hollon lemme inspect your PFP, I zoomed in a little bit that's your lace lifting
I'm climbing up the charts like yall be crawling on the ground
Hoe tryna do something with me but her head spinning round
Whole outfit look like you found it in the lost and found
I grabbed your head made a fist then bow bow bow bow
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make real money? I might be
Wait bitch you mean real money? I might be
Ain't you the bitch that talks shit? I might be
But I got shit that yall don't let's keep it bean
Yeah
Flying in my jet
Pussy always wet
I'm cute and I'm rich so I'm a catch
Ima get a new man
His brother or his friend
I'll be loyal to the richest I ain't sticking for nothing less
Hoes say they baddies when they for everyone
Pussy jacked up looking like a Cinnabon
Light up the studio when I walk in like a hundred guns
Belly looking like you gave birth to a hundred sons
Bitch I'm getting disrespectful you ain't all that
Got some wings with a bitch she built like she all flats
I got newest shit newest clothes iPhone pro max
I get everything I want like Willy Wonka's lil brat
I want it now I got it now, I don't need permission
Most fire track so far is called Her Message
You can't go out and make a song unless I let you
Hoe tryna clock Tea but ain't Tea the one you mentioned (pussy)
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Big Tea - Might Be Lyrics
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Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Aye, Aye, Aye, Yuh
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Riding round my second pool in my jet ski
Living different ever since I made a mil I'm up see
Every rich man tryna f*ck tryna cuff me
Hoe I'm on the power imma put it in yo butt cheek
Ahh, All jokes
If my man was really into that then I wouldn't have every stroked
He be the one taking care of me, he the one that be breaking me
He the one that pay for my meals and get all my plastic surgery
I get paid for being alive
You bitches have to pay simply just to survive
3 sugar daddies bought me a house all mine
I got the gas, the cars, the energy, the drive
Shit talkers ain't got nothing on me (what do yall got that i don't?)
Bitches come for me looking like a centipede (insect)
Hollon lemme inspect your PFP, I zoomed in a little bit that's your lace lifting
I'm climbing up the charts like yall be crawling on the ground
Hoe tryna do something with me but her head spinning round
Whole outfit look like you found it in the lost and found
I grabbed your head made a fist then bow bow bow bow
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make real money? I might be
Wait bitch you mean real money? I might be
Ain't you the bitch that talks shit? I might be
But I got shit that yall don't let's keep it bean
Yeah
Flying in my jet
Pussy always wet
I'm cute and I'm rich so I'm a catch
Ima get a new man
His brother or his friend
I'll be loyal to the richest I ain't sticking for nothing less
Hoes say they baddies when they for everyone
Pussy jacked up looking like a Cinnabon
Light up the studio when I walk in like a hundred guns
Belly looking like you gave birth to a hundred sons
Bitch I'm getting disrespectful you ain't all that
Got some wings with a bitch she built like she all flats
I got newest shit newest clothes iPhone pro max
I get everything I want like Willy Wonka's lil brat
I want it now I got it now, I don't need permission
Most fire track so far is called Her Message
You can't go out and make a song unless I let you
Hoe tryna clock Tea but ain't Tea the one you mentioned (pussy)
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Aye, Aye, Aye, Yuh
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Riding round my second pool in my jet ski
Living different ever since I made a mil I'm up see
Every rich man tryna f*ck tryna cuff me
Hoe I'm on the power imma put it in yo butt cheek
Ahh, All jokes
If my man was really into that then I wouldn't have every stroked
He be the one taking care of me, he the one that be breaking me
He the one that pay for my meals and get all my plastic surgery
I get paid for being alive
You bitches have to pay simply just to survive
3 sugar daddies bought me a house all mine
I got the gas, the cars, the energy, the drive
Shit talkers ain't got nothing on me (what do yall got that i don't?)
Bitches come for me looking like a centipede (insect)
Hollon lemme inspect your PFP, I zoomed in a little bit that's your lace lifting
I'm climbing up the charts like yall be crawling on the ground
Hoe tryna do something with me but her head spinning round
Whole outfit look like you found it in the lost and found
I grabbed your head made a fist then bow bow bow bow
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make real money? I might be
Wait bitch you mean real money? I might be
Ain't you the bitch that talks shit? I might be
But I got shit that yall don't let's keep it bean
Yeah
Flying in my jet
Pussy always wet
I'm cute and I'm rich so I'm a catch
Ima get a new man
His brother or his friend
I'll be loyal to the richest I ain't sticking for nothing less
Hoes say they baddies when they for everyone
Pussy jacked up looking like a Cinnabon
Light up the studio when I walk in like a hundred guns
Belly looking like you gave birth to a hundred sons
Bitch I'm getting disrespectful you ain't all that
Got some wings with a bitch she built like she all flats
I got newest shit newest clothes iPhone pro max
I get everything I want like Willy Wonka's lil brat
I want it now I got it now, I don't need permission
Most fire track so far is called Her Message
You can't go out and make a song unless I let you
Hoe tryna clock Tea but ain't Tea the one you mentioned (pussy)
Ain't you the bitch that out in the streets? I might be
Ain't you the hoe that make the bag? I might be
Ain't you a boss who own 3 companies? I might be
Ain't you that bitch? I might be
Writer: Amari Rose
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid