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(Music MajorX)
(B100)
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fucked wit' a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin'
Nigga thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin'
Diamonds bustin', almost got my fuckin' wrist pregnant
Got my weight up on these niggas like I'm bench pressin'
Diamonds white like I bought these bitches straight from heaven
Back hurt from all this walkin', I can't stop the steppin'
Ayy
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch to smack
Little bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fucked wit' a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin' (oh yeah)
Nigga thought a bitch was in love (huh), I was finessin' (oh yeah)
I send bro at nigga bitches 'cause I'm faithful (you know I'm married, bitch)
I bet you hoes'll never see the Van Cleef bangle (you ain't gon' get that)
Lil Horace don't care how old you is, that boy'll spank you (frrt-frrt)
Wish I could ungive nigga's shit, they ass ungrateful (they ass ungrateful)
Dope kicker, I turnt the city up and brought that bag 'round (I did)
You gon' think bro 'nem doin' track and field when you get ran down (come here)
Mention me, I don't even know niggas, they asses fanned out
Fuck that though, my pocket thick as fuck, they look like Kash Doll (oh yeah)
Bitch, if God ain't want me blessed, he wouldn't have blessed me (I said, "Amen")
Bitch, if God wanted you blessed, he would've blessed you (I said, "Amen")
I got a mouth piece, my bitch horny when I text her
Real boss, ain't got to be there, I still run shit in my section, nigga (nigga, I run shit)
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch to smack
Little bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fucked wit' a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'