Bitch I'm from Texas
A country fed baby
Can't f*ck on me cause my pussy too wavy
Had to stop hangin with you cause you lazy
Thought I was slackin you bitches fugazy
Life of the party it's time to get ratchet
I'm throwin this ass in a circle, can't catch it
Body on 10 cute face, can't match it
Watch where you flexing yo money we'll snatch it
Not talking robbin we at the strip club
No penny pinchers need ballers show love
We at G5 getting live cause it's Friday
Walking in stepping on necks cause it's my day
He gone eat this pussy like it's pie day
He tryna throw up a check send him my way throwing this ass I'm throwing his cash
F*ckin it up but I still got some class
Dice baby but you know I won't crap out
Taking pictures big likes cause my ass out
Realest bitch in the room so I stand out
I went and got it bitch ain't have my handouts
I'm not no gangsta but I'm with the shits
Try to play stupid yo team will get hit
I'm not a robber but I'm hitting licks
Finessing niggas like picking up sticks
It's easy
It's all on me just like my name is beezy
Blowing his money cause he tryna please me
I slip and slide on the beat like it's greasy
Runnin up bands, out of breath so I'm wheezy
I need that queso, that cheddar, that cheesy
Sick of this shit, whip my nose cause I'm sneezy
Whoop on a bitch like my name is Chris breezy
Follow me, i know the way just believe
Ain't got no goals
And you selling yo soul
She selling pussy and working that pole
Can't love no nigga her heart is too cold
Can't pay her bills ain't shit to be told
Bitches was cappin
I thought it was bold
Trash off a bitch like some mf mold
I double back for that money reload
F*ck all that traffic i built my own road
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
Ain't got no dick but I'll still take yo bitch
She stuck with me just like lilo & stitch
Break on that gas but I still love the stinch
Gimme that money that green like the grinch
Talk out her neck and that hoe will get lynched
Gaining some muscle I been on the bench
Don't take a mile if I gave you an inch
I'm money thirsty drink up for the quench
Riding 4 door in a Jetta
I ain't cop this
I can't do no cappin
Like you bitches who ain't bout shit
No ice on my wrist
But ima get rich
You missed yo target
Bad aim, bad pitch
Pockets ain't leakin you geekin
Thought I was sza not freakin this weekend
He smoking dick? Cause that nigga be tweakin
It's that attention you bitches be seekin
Dropped out of school just to make my own rules
Chasing these dreams ain't got shit to lose
Hate it or love it I'm still gone make moves
F*ck what they talkin ain't got shit to prove
It's the beginning
I'm already winning
Always repent cause everyday I'm sinning
Fresh than a bitch call me clean linen
Wait for the come up cause that shit is pending
Black and I'm proud reflection of my mama
Aint no big bags if it ain't got no comas
Goofy ass bitches call them futurama
Spit on a bitch like a f*cking Lama
Help out my niggas just like I'm Obama
I bring that heat like a f*ckin sauna
Can't f*ck with bitches they bring too much drama
Ain't no big bags if it ain't got no comas
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
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Bitch I'm from Texas
A country fed baby
Can't f*ck on me cause my pussy too wavy
Had to stop hangin with you cause you lazy
Thought I was slackin you bitches fugazy
Life of the party it's time to get ratchet
I'm throwin this ass in a circle, can't catch it
Body on 10 cute face, can't match it
Watch where you flexing yo money we'll snatch it
Not talking robbin we at the strip club
No penny pinchers need ballers show love
We at G5 getting live cause it's Friday
Walking in stepping on necks cause it's my day
He gone eat this pussy like it's pie day
He tryna throw up a check send him my way throwing this ass I'm throwing his cash
F*ckin it up but I still got some class
Dice baby but you know I won't crap out
Taking pictures big likes cause my ass out
Realest bitch in the room so I stand out
I went and got it bitch ain't have my handouts
I'm not no gangsta but I'm with the shits
Try to play stupid yo team will get hit
I'm not a robber but I'm hitting licks
Finessing niggas like picking up sticks
It's easy
It's all on me just like my name is beezy
Blowing his money cause he tryna please me
I slip and slide on the beat like it's greasy
Runnin up bands, out of breath so I'm wheezy
I need that queso, that cheddar, that cheesy
Sick of this shit, whip my nose cause I'm sneezy
Whoop on a bitch like my name is Chris breezy
Follow me, i know the way just believe
Ain't got no goals
And you selling yo soul
She selling pussy and working that pole
Can't love no nigga her heart is too cold
Can't pay her bills ain't shit to be told
Bitches was cappin
I thought it was bold
Trash off a bitch like some mf mold
I double back for that money reload
F*ck all that traffic i built my own road
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
Ain't got no dick but I'll still take yo bitch
She stuck with me just like lilo & stitch
Break on that gas but I still love the stinch
Gimme that money that green like the grinch
Talk out her neck and that hoe will get lynched
Gaining some muscle I been on the bench
Don't take a mile if I gave you an inch
I'm money thirsty drink up for the quench
Riding 4 door in a Jetta
I ain't cop this
I can't do no cappin
Like you bitches who ain't bout shit
No ice on my wrist
But ima get rich
You missed yo target
Bad aim, bad pitch
Pockets ain't leakin you geekin
Thought I was sza not freakin this weekend
He smoking dick? Cause that nigga be tweakin
It's that attention you bitches be seekin
Dropped out of school just to make my own rules
Chasing these dreams ain't got shit to lose
Hate it or love it I'm still gone make moves
F*ck what they talkin ain't got shit to prove
It's the beginning
I'm already winning
Always repent cause everyday I'm sinning
Fresh than a bitch call me clean linen
Wait for the come up cause that shit is pending
Black and I'm proud reflection of my mama
Aint no big bags if it ain't got no comas
Goofy ass bitches call them futurama
Spit on a bitch like a f*cking Lama
Help out my niggas just like I'm Obama
I bring that heat like a f*ckin sauna
Can't f*ck with bitches they bring too much drama
Ain't no big bags if it ain't got no comas
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
A country fed baby
Can't f*ck on me cause my pussy too wavy
Had to stop hangin with you cause you lazy
Thought I was slackin you bitches fugazy
Life of the party it's time to get ratchet
I'm throwin this ass in a circle, can't catch it
Body on 10 cute face, can't match it
Watch where you flexing yo money we'll snatch it
Not talking robbin we at the strip club
No penny pinchers need ballers show love
We at G5 getting live cause it's Friday
Walking in stepping on necks cause it's my day
He gone eat this pussy like it's pie day
He tryna throw up a check send him my way throwing this ass I'm throwing his cash
F*ckin it up but I still got some class
Dice baby but you know I won't crap out
Taking pictures big likes cause my ass out
Realest bitch in the room so I stand out
I went and got it bitch ain't have my handouts
I'm not no gangsta but I'm with the shits
Try to play stupid yo team will get hit
I'm not a robber but I'm hitting licks
Finessing niggas like picking up sticks
It's easy
It's all on me just like my name is beezy
Blowing his money cause he tryna please me
I slip and slide on the beat like it's greasy
Runnin up bands, out of breath so I'm wheezy
I need that queso, that cheddar, that cheesy
Sick of this shit, whip my nose cause I'm sneezy
Whoop on a bitch like my name is Chris breezy
Follow me, i know the way just believe
Ain't got no goals
And you selling yo soul
She selling pussy and working that pole
Can't love no nigga her heart is too cold
Can't pay her bills ain't shit to be told
Bitches was cappin
I thought it was bold
Trash off a bitch like some mf mold
I double back for that money reload
F*ck all that traffic i built my own road
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
Ain't got no dick but I'll still take yo bitch
She stuck with me just like lilo & stitch
Break on that gas but I still love the stinch
Gimme that money that green like the grinch
Talk out her neck and that hoe will get lynched
Gaining some muscle I been on the bench
Don't take a mile if I gave you an inch
I'm money thirsty drink up for the quench
Riding 4 door in a Jetta
I ain't cop this
I can't do no cappin
Like you bitches who ain't bout shit
No ice on my wrist
But ima get rich
You missed yo target
Bad aim, bad pitch
Pockets ain't leakin you geekin
Thought I was sza not freakin this weekend
He smoking dick? Cause that nigga be tweakin
It's that attention you bitches be seekin
Dropped out of school just to make my own rules
Chasing these dreams ain't got shit to lose
Hate it or love it I'm still gone make moves
F*ck what they talkin ain't got shit to prove
It's the beginning
I'm already winning
Always repent cause everyday I'm sinning
Fresh than a bitch call me clean linen
Wait for the come up cause that shit is pending
Black and I'm proud reflection of my mama
Aint no big bags if it ain't got no comas
Goofy ass bitches call them futurama
Spit on a bitch like a f*cking Lama
Help out my niggas just like I'm Obama
I bring that heat like a f*ckin sauna
Can't f*ck with bitches they bring too much drama
Ain't no big bags if it ain't got no comas
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
F*ck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no dick, I'm the man tho
Writer: Mianasija Foston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid