Lyrics : Felisha King/Fallon King/John Eley
Music : Felisha King/Fallon King/John Eley
Verse 1-
I stay on my own
And I don’t even trip
Stay in my lane
Stay in my drip
gimme 10 bands
And I swear I’m gon flip it
You need a real bitch
Then have me on your hip
I’m runnin my mouth
Just Like I’m 50 cent
Paid up my mortgage
So don’t got no rent
Ididn’t buy my car
Cuz that bitch was a gift
Now I’m runnin it up
I got money to spend
Yea
Why let them get me triggered
Yea
When I make all of these figures
I get paid for advice
If you need it what’s your price
I’m that chick they don’t like
Cuz
These hoes Just keep on talkin
They ain’t no goals
ain’t got no options
These hoes ain’t even poppin
talkin
Yeah I know U see
See you watching
Tell me How’s that view
Tell me what i look like
Can’t get in my crew
you ain’t makin no moves
You just talkin
Got no options
Verse 2-
They wonder
I keep my wins on the low
They check for my losses
They keeping a score
It’s true I got money
But dont need to stunt
Cuz that’s not een the reason
I’m doin it for
My mom never had it
So I had to grab it
My children gone get it
So they’ll do the bragging
Gettin more millions is my only habit
So if you a hater
Then gone and have at it