telly
Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
They want me, but I'm not the one to choose
On a scale of one to ten, love is a one or two
They want all my lovin' 'cause it's underused
They be like, "Mindi, can I get under you?"
I'm eatin' good and you can see it in my belly
Prada on my neck, I'm walkin' by and you can smell me
He said, "Take off all your clothes"
But this nigga not Nelly
Sent that boy my Cash App 'case he had something to send me
Shit is automatic, little bitch, this ain't no semi
I got all these choices, be like eenie-minie-money
Told that nigga, "Go home, you a roger, you a Kimmy"
I like shit direct like a deposit, where's the stimi?
Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
And Beyoncé had a long day
Of hopin' niggas just don't take this shit the wrong way
I'm collected, gotta calm face
Come correct though, I'll go André
Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
They want me, but I'm not the one to choose
On a scale of one to ten, love is a one or two
They want all my lovin' 'cause it's underused
They be like, "Mindi, can I get under you?"
I'm eatin' good and you can see it in my belly
Prada on my neck, I'm walkin' by and you can smell me
He said, "Take off all your clothes"
But this nigga not Nelly
Sent that boy my Cash App 'case he had something to send me
Shit is automatic, little bitch, this ain't no semi
I got all these choices, be like eenie-minie-money
Told that nigga, "Go home, you a roger, you a Kimmy"
I like shit direct like a deposit, where's the stimi?
Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
And Beyoncé had a long day
Of hopin' niggas just don't take this shit the wrong way
I'm collected, gotta calm face
Come correct though, I'll go André
Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly
Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly
They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me
They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly
Credits
Writer(s): Amindi Frost, Walt Mansa
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