Laele - B.B.S. (Bold Bitch Syndrome) Lyrics

He told me he like my ass
I told him give me a bag
I told him hop in the back his mouth sound like static
Tune him out, cop a patek
F*ck up his credit then buy me some loubs with his debit
I ain't got time for the bullshit
Niggas spit game but don't spend shit
You gotta spend to see this shit
Only got time for designer
Prada me to death
Bury me in Versace
Swipe that card more than twice
Spend a couple G's and I might let you have a slice
Cause you packin
Whole package
Wrapped in a glittery bow
(Oh that's for me, thank you daddy)

Some call it gold-digging I call it bold bitch syndrome
Been in the game way longer than these niggas
Can't play a player
Run me my paper
Cause at the end of the day
Im just playing the game

He want a bitch that get nasty
I want a niggas with commas behind his name
Like that nigga great gatsby
Drippin in jewels
Eating exotic foods like my name is chef Boyardee
Oui wi daddy
He calls me a gold-digging bitch
More like a big Bentley bitch
That's when he pulled out his dick
Thought it a cute little trick
That's when I went and checked that nigga
Told him pull out a check for me nigga
It's all about what you take from these niggas
Whip 'em into shape
Need about six figures to make it shake
So if you ain't trynna give it me
Make a break for it nigga
Cause bitches like me only play with these niggas

Some call it gold-digging I call it bold bitch syndrome
Been in the game way longer than these niggas
Can't play a player
Run me my paper
Cause at the end of the day
I'm just playing the game

You bitches really be fumblin the bag
With this lovey dovey shit
These niggas are dollar signs baby
Cause the same mouth they texin you
I love you, I wanna see you with
Is the same mouth they kissin up on that other bitch with
They more concerned about which ass to tap next
So what you need to do
Is be concerned about getting this money
Cause that shit ain't sweet out there
And if he ain't making sure your nails done
Your hair done
Then what is he good for...