Letras
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (huh?)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (welcome to first Class)
Okay-okay, huh?
Yeah
I'm a bossy bitch, I do bossy shit (yeah, yeah), never need a clique (okay, okay)
Bitch, get off my what? (Yeah), bitch, get off my dick
Know I keep a fine ho, she so trained to go (huh? Huh?)
I'm so proud of you (huh?)
Wanna have a chat with me, but that's a dub (okay, okay)
You can't be my nigga, boy, I met you in the club (yeah-yeah-yeah)
You don't never have no hoes, 'cause they know you a scrub (huh?)
Yeah, I got an attitude, I just don't give a fuck (yeah, yeah)
Your nigga a bum, get 'round the guys and beg to hit the cup (damn)
Bag callin', can't be layin' up (go)
He want me to stay and chill, I'm tryna run it up (go-go)
I don't got no worries, with the guys, they always keep it tucked (us)
I'm around 'cause I'm the bro, you just gettin' fucked (okay)
You just givin' neck, step to me, then come correct (yeah-yeah)
All this ice around my neck, feel like I'm anemic (go-go)
They keep pressin' me to drop, I'm tryna be strategic (go, go-go)
I might tell you that I love you, I don't really mean it (yeah-yeah)
He been blowin' up my phone for weeks, act like I ain't see it (yeah-yeah)
Act like I ain't see it (huh?), Get your number, then delete it (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Bitches on my bumper, but I'm gettin' money, I'm completed (okay, yeah)
I'm complete (what?), 'Nough to eat, bon appétit (huh?)
I get money in my sleep (huh?)
You my nigga for the week (yeah-yeah-yeah)
You my nigga for the day
We can fuck around, but you know I can't stay (huh? Yeah)
Wanna be for real, but you know Nene like to play (yeah)
Big Boo, Big Nene, we like Steph and Klay (yeah-yeah)
Make the nigga shy, I come around, he don't know what to say (damn)
Yeah, good boy, don't give me no lip (go, go, go)
Soon as niggas get to actin' soft, you know I'm jumpin' ship (okay)
At a show, I'm rollin' off a Tesla like a 60s Crip
Hate when niggas get too in they feelings, tell 'em get a grip (bitch)
Wanna take me on a trip, make sure it's separate rooms (on God)
I had popped an Addy and some molly, mix it with the shrooms (us)
Huh? Is you off a bean?
Pretty pussy, poppin' Pucci, coochie super clean
I was bein' honest, but he soft, so now he think I'm mean (damn)
Noddin' off on pills, could run his pockets, damn, this nigga green (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Like my nigga Black, you can't hit me from the back
I think all you bitches wack, ghetto bitches get the racks (go, go-go)
You want my attention? Send a couple racks
Took a flight from Cali to Atlanta, brought back 40 packs (yeah-yeah-yeah)