Bitch just roll my blunts
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
Bitches acting different
Don't see the vision
Psychic mathematician all I think about is digits
They like Frankie why you kill it? I just be chillin'
Icy on the neck you could tell i got no feelings
Now my hearts cold like it's frigid
I'm in the kitchen
Eating all the chicken
Know my flows dope like I'm whippin'
You been sleeping on me baby you should pay attention
I can't be ya lady I need big checks are you kidding
Focused on get this paper up
Count it too quickly i messed up a few times
They really hate it when you shine speak on ya name then come up with a few lies
You miss the bigger picture how you sit there and lie to me act like a futon
I got a little thicker tryna watch my figure eat the salad and croutons
Really some offie shit you on
Talk with a lisp like my S's with two lines
Dollars with crisps, bad little bitch got a ticket cause she was just too fine
Don't keep too many cause they like to switch
Hmm what type of shit you on
I know it's coming cause my palms are itching
Hand me the lotion
Bitch just roll my blunts
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
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Bitch just roll my blunts
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
Bitches acting different
Don't see the vision
Psychic mathematician all I think about is digits
They like Frankie why you kill it? I just be chillin'
Icy on the neck you could tell i got no feelings
Now my hearts cold like it's frigid
I'm in the kitchen
Eating all the chicken
Know my flows dope like I'm whippin'
You been sleeping on me baby you should pay attention
I can't be ya lady I need big checks are you kidding
Focused on get this paper up
Count it too quickly i messed up a few times
They really hate it when you shine speak on ya name then come up with a few lies
You miss the bigger picture how you sit there and lie to me act like a futon
I got a little thicker tryna watch my figure eat the salad and croutons
Really some offie shit you on
Talk with a lisp like my S's with two lines
Dollars with crisps, bad little bitch got a ticket cause she was just too fine
Don't keep too many cause they like to switch
Hmm what type of shit you on
I know it's coming cause my palms are itching
Hand me the lotion
Bitch just roll my blunts
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
Bitches acting different
Don't see the vision
Psychic mathematician all I think about is digits
They like Frankie why you kill it? I just be chillin'
Icy on the neck you could tell i got no feelings
Now my hearts cold like it's frigid
I'm in the kitchen
Eating all the chicken
Know my flows dope like I'm whippin'
You been sleeping on me baby you should pay attention
I can't be ya lady I need big checks are you kidding
Focused on get this paper up
Count it too quickly i messed up a few times
They really hate it when you shine speak on ya name then come up with a few lies
You miss the bigger picture how you sit there and lie to me act like a futon
I got a little thicker tryna watch my figure eat the salad and croutons
Really some offie shit you on
Talk with a lisp like my S's with two lines
Dollars with crisps, bad little bitch got a ticket cause she was just too fine
Don't keep too many cause they like to switch
Hmm what type of shit you on
I know it's coming cause my palms are itching
Hand me the lotion
Bitch just roll my blunts
Throw away the guts
Thumbing through this money its giving me papercuts
I'm a bad little bitch
I do what I want
All I smoke is gas ain't no liquor in my cup
I got bitches on go, they gone beat you up
I got all this drip on me nah you can't lick me up
Talking all that shit but I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the truck I might put you in the trunk
Writer: Olivia Sheehan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid