There she go
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Those friends over there said they got your back
'Cept they never be there when you need a hand
I never trap alone, always go in pairs
But I never been that really good at that
All my blessings trap like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(Meow)
What'd you say?
They got the pots playing too
They get to business
There she go
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they're not really there for you
On your f*cking doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you get new shoes and a boot
It'll make her f*cking snooze
Girl, let me tell you 'bout this incident with this chick
We had a friendship but it wasn't even really legit
You know my life's been confused since I moved to L.A.
So it should make sense to you why I'm asking this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought
Cake, macaroons, and a f*cking pony
But these days you're the one who's acting f*cking phony
Little party-ass bitch, pin it on a donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should've put my hands on you
A choke hug and a tug would've done you good
Then you never would've thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you found someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time I won't hold back
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these-
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There she go
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Those friends over there said they got your back
'Cept they never be there when you need a hand
I never trap alone, always go in pairs
But I never been that really good at that
All my blessings trap like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(Meow)
What'd you say?
They got the pots playing too
They get to business
There she go
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they're not really there for you
On your f*cking doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you get new shoes and a boot
It'll make her f*cking snooze
Girl, let me tell you 'bout this incident with this chick
We had a friendship but it wasn't even really legit
You know my life's been confused since I moved to L.A.
So it should make sense to you why I'm asking this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought
Cake, macaroons, and a f*cking pony
But these days you're the one who's acting f*cking phony
Little party-ass bitch, pin it on a donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should've put my hands on you
A choke hug and a tug would've done you good
Then you never would've thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you found someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time I won't hold back
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these-
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Those friends over there said they got your back
'Cept they never be there when you need a hand
I never trap alone, always go in pairs
But I never been that really good at that
All my blessings trap like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(Meow)
What'd you say?
They got the pots playing too
They get to business
There she go
On a roll
Better know
Seventh floor
Here I go
You should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they're not really there for you
On your f*cking doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you get new shoes and a boot
It'll make her f*cking snooze
Girl, let me tell you 'bout this incident with this chick
We had a friendship but it wasn't even really legit
You know my life's been confused since I moved to L.A.
So it should make sense to you why I'm asking this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought
Cake, macaroons, and a f*cking pony
But these days you're the one who's acting f*cking phony
Little party-ass bitch, pin it on a donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should've put my hands on you
A choke hug and a tug would've done you good
Then you never would've thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you found someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time I won't hold back
Oh my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
You gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (oh my God)
All these-
Writer: Ben Dickey, Brittney Denise Parks, James Robert McCall, Jordan Day Reid, Simon Axel Hessman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Sudan Archives
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Ben Dickey, Brittney Denise Parks, James Robert McCall, Jordan Day Reid, Simon Axel Hessman