Period
Ayy, eh, eh get money, get money
Ayy, get money, get money, get money
Say somethin' slick, you gettin' packed the fuck out
Stole me, I'm about to black the fuck out (skrrt)
Had you Tay K, do the dash now (hello)
Fuck a vacay, I need my cash now
Stupid, thooter, bop, ho, skeezer
Quit actin' like you that special because I don't need you
Man, and your nigga ain't that tough, he's a fuckin' clown
Come get your ho out my DM's before I dick her down
Nigga, put that BB gun down, you ain't gon' shoot nothing
She want that Audi, she can't get it 'less she bring a friend
Bitch, call your baby daddy, tell that nigga to bring the bottle
Soon as that nigga pull up, bitch, begin to swallow
Gargle, gargle, niggas start trippin', they gon' eat these hollows
Opps fell asleep in the 'telly, he will not see tomorrow
You the type to try to match with no fuckin' weed (what the fuck is that?)
Hell no, don't wanna match, you smoking on seeds (what the fuck is that?)
Better not pull up to the party with no fucking bottle (give me that)
You only ratchet in the mirror or the bathroom (fuck it up, bitch)
Oh, you don't wanna fuck it up because your nigga here
You better listen to your best friend today, bitch
This ain't P. Diddy in your bed, you better take this
I'll pull your bundles off your head, leave you bald-headed
I'll leave a bitch almost away when I'm butt-naked
Meet your baby daddy in the alley with hella Haitians
But this shit here is your song, ho
You wanna slap, boo'd up, and pour your heart out
This ain't what you thought it was, bitch, this that club shit
We the type to pull up in the party and fuck it up, sis
You the type to lay up with your nigga on some bum shit
I done robbed bodegas and a scandal on some dumb shit
Hopped out that minivan, ain't see the hitman
Watch out, Haiti in the cut with the Henny
Kachow, we pulled up in a Nascar, vroom
Tell me, what the fuck would you do? (Period)
Tell you what, bitch, I don't care, period
Last time that I checked, you wasn't my bitch (period)
Crunch time when I was broke, you didn't come through (period)
Did my dougie on that block with that four nick (period)
Watch me flex on my ex, fuck that broke bitch (period)
Watch me flex on my ex, fuck a broke bitch (period)
Ayy, get money, get money, get money
Say somethin' slick, you gettin' packed the fuck out
Stole me, I'm about to black the fuck out (skrrt)
Had you Tay K, do the dash now (hello)
Fuck a vacay, I need my cash now
Stupid, thooter, bop, ho, skeezer
Quit actin' like you that special because I don't need you
Man, and your nigga ain't that tough, he's a fuckin' clown
Come get your ho out my DM's before I dick her down
Nigga, put that BB gun down, you ain't gon' shoot nothing
She want that Audi, she can't get it 'less she bring a friend
Bitch, call your baby daddy, tell that nigga to bring the bottle
Soon as that nigga pull up, bitch, begin to swallow
Gargle, gargle, niggas start trippin', they gon' eat these hollows
Opps fell asleep in the 'telly, he will not see tomorrow
You the type to try to match with no fuckin' weed (what the fuck is that?)
Hell no, don't wanna match, you smoking on seeds (what the fuck is that?)
Better not pull up to the party with no fucking bottle (give me that)
You only ratchet in the mirror or the bathroom (fuck it up, bitch)
Oh, you don't wanna fuck it up because your nigga here
You better listen to your best friend today, bitch
This ain't P. Diddy in your bed, you better take this
I'll pull your bundles off your head, leave you bald-headed
I'll leave a bitch almost away when I'm butt-naked
Meet your baby daddy in the alley with hella Haitians
But this shit here is your song, ho
You wanna slap, boo'd up, and pour your heart out
This ain't what you thought it was, bitch, this that club shit
We the type to pull up in the party and fuck it up, sis
You the type to lay up with your nigga on some bum shit
I done robbed bodegas and a scandal on some dumb shit
Hopped out that minivan, ain't see the hitman
Watch out, Haiti in the cut with the Henny
Kachow, we pulled up in a Nascar, vroom
Tell me, what the fuck would you do? (Period)
Tell you what, bitch, I don't care, period
Last time that I checked, you wasn't my bitch (period)
Crunch time when I was broke, you didn't come through (period)
Did my dougie on that block with that four nick (period)
Watch me flex on my ex, fuck that broke bitch (period)
Watch me flex on my ex, fuck a broke bitch (period)
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Writer(s): Amari Proctor, Vestal Javier
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