Uh
Guess who, it's me, I'm back, bitch
Pull up to the mall, looking like a snack, bitch
Money bag Renni, that bitch
Y'all hoes out here playing catfish
Really y'all hoes tryna lie on me
2Pac, bitch, all eyes on me
Lurking my page, trynna spy on me
Do me one favor, die on me
Face beat, blonde hair with the ass
First class, touch down to the bag
Rich bitch, yeah I came from the rags
Tay-K, do the race to the cash
I be bouncing on the dick like Tigger
Head game make a nigga get shivers
Good pussy, it's the best out the litter
If he lick this shit, it's gon' purr when he hit her
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Put it all in his face
Ass fat, slim waist (Fuck 'em up, sis)
Make him pay like he weigh (Fuck 'em up, sis)
This a boss bitch play (Fuck 'em up, sis)
Let me teach you how to get to the bag
Number one, never spend your own cash
Number two, never judge by the swag
Nine times out of ten, a rich nigga won't brag
You can tell what he got by his keys
If it don't push start, tell the broke nigga please
Cost a grip, YSL on my hip
And I ain't talking 'bout tags when I say I got drip
Pussy so wet, don't drown in it
Nigga can't last five minutes
Size don't matter, don't need inches
If your bank account long like nine digits
I know my body incredible
Thick from that cornbread and vegetables
I might fit you in my schedule
For the right price I might get a lil' flexible
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Fuck 'em up, sis
Put it all in his face
Ass fat, slim waist (Fuck 'em up, sis)
Make him pay like he weigh (Fuck 'em up, sis)
This a boss bitch play (Fuck 'em up, sis)
Put it all in his face
Ass fat, slim waist (Fuck 'em up, sis)
Make him pay like he weigh (Fuck 'em up, sis)
This a boss bitch play (Fuck 'em up, sis)
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