B0$$$
I'm a B-O-Triple S
Manifested everything that I possess
She wanna fuck cuz I'm a flex
She gonna fuck cuz I'm a flex
I'm a B-O-Triple S
Manifested everything that I possess
She wanna fuck cuz I'm a flex
She gonna fuck cuz I'm a flex
Walk in, lookin like a hundred dollar bill
Shawty, fuck with me so hard
She put me in her will
Bitch I'm really getting money
This is not a drill
Bitch I'm really getting money
This is not a drill
Unfair how I approach these hoes
I give them one look and they know
Like we was talkin in code
I heard you desperate to get me alone
Mama it shows
You gotta chill chill chill
Keep it down on the low
Aye
I'm a dog let me chase for the bone
Front desk begging me to keep it under control
It's just the goons that I roll with never watch'n they tone
And we get real disrespectful if you come at us wrong
I'm a B-O Triple S
You ain't really want these problems on your chest
Lil mama ask if she could bring some friends
I guess I told her that it really all depends
Aye
Is they bad or is they not
Can they handle all they shots
Is anyone of them an opp
I don't keep my doors locked
And I don't want to either
And do they really understand after they fuck they leavin
Cuz I don't want no clingy bitch
Pockets big like that boy Frisch
I can spot an opportunist
I made a mile out this inch
Shoulder shrug like there's a chip
Bitch I really do this
Manifested everything that I possess
She wanna fuck cuz I'm a flex
She gonna fuck cuz I'm a flex
I'm a B-O-Triple S
Manifested everything that I possess
She wanna fuck cuz I'm a flex
She gonna fuck cuz I'm a flex
Walk in, lookin like a hundred dollar bill
Shawty, fuck with me so hard
She put me in her will
Bitch I'm really getting money
This is not a drill
Bitch I'm really getting money
This is not a drill
Unfair how I approach these hoes
I give them one look and they know
Like we was talkin in code
I heard you desperate to get me alone
Mama it shows
You gotta chill chill chill
Keep it down on the low
Aye
I'm a dog let me chase for the bone
Front desk begging me to keep it under control
It's just the goons that I roll with never watch'n they tone
And we get real disrespectful if you come at us wrong
I'm a B-O Triple S
You ain't really want these problems on your chest
Lil mama ask if she could bring some friends
I guess I told her that it really all depends
Aye
Is they bad or is they not
Can they handle all they shots
Is anyone of them an opp
I don't keep my doors locked
And I don't want to either
And do they really understand after they fuck they leavin
Cuz I don't want no clingy bitch
Pockets big like that boy Frisch
I can spot an opportunist
I made a mile out this inch
Shoulder shrug like there's a chip
Bitch I really do this
Credits
Writer(s): Abby Sarabia
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