Betty Crocker (feat. 3DTae)
She whipping it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha (That's me)
Someone go and call the fosters
Talk with your chest I don't know what you saying
Float like I'm tropical keep that shit raining
Do it yourself I don't know why they hating
Head like a tutor your bitch gonna brain it
They bring out the cameras they see that I'm famous
Don't look at the bill take my money and pay it
She calling me baby you know who they blaming
There's no way to fake it they know what I'm making
They making me offers, they don't need to bother
I'm turning it down like I turn on your daughter
He thought they were strong then I walked by and got her
She don't know the tricks gave me brain then I taught her
Vision so blurry can't see in this bitch
Phone gonna buzz like a bee in this bitch
I make my bitch drip double C's in this bitch
Who's gonna tell him I'm pleasing his bitch
Post up with a girl from Barbados
Fly her out to the Turks and the Caicos
I rack up the bills and you pay those
Your bitch gonna do what I say so
Like what she gon do she can't say no
I'm up in her dreams like I'm Faygo
I married the game I don't play though
No OVO Drake this a Draco
Old hearts, new chrome
Old queen, new throne
Old number, new phone
Same dog, same bone
Left hand like Zo
Beating it up like I hit it before
Put you in the Jag you ain't seeing the Rolls
My music made platinum my chain made of gold
I'm taking his girl now she onto me
I'm taking his money monopoly
Put one in his brain like lobotomy
Big Milly built different anomaly
I just bought a whip with designer keys
I just copped a bed with designer sheets
I'll smoke before bed for a higher sleep
I'm moving to bigger and finer things
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha (That's me)
Someone go and call the fosters
Got me a rough Ryder
She ride like a Harley
In the studio I'm grinding
If I don't text back I'm sorry
Gave Glizzy the pack he ain't never been tardy
It's lights camera action when we step in the party
Say you wanna snatch this chain then Good Luck Charlie
I'm a young star I ain't talking bout Hardee's
Me and Milly on the grind tryna touch these M's
Had to cut off the leaches they move like Sims
I was in the field early, wanna bag in the gym
All I want is green bills like I'm counting up gems
How you a gangsta you relied on yo film
I'm tryna go up, talking about over the rim
Stick hit his hair like he got him a trim
My future getting brighter but the light was dim (Let's go)
And I know they hate I'm chosen
And I know they ain't got no motion
Just me and my shawty that's how I'm rolling
For her love I'm never folding
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha
Someone go and call the fosters
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha (That's me)
Someone go and call the fosters
Talk with your chest I don't know what you saying
Float like I'm tropical keep that shit raining
Do it yourself I don't know why they hating
Head like a tutor your bitch gonna brain it
They bring out the cameras they see that I'm famous
Don't look at the bill take my money and pay it
She calling me baby you know who they blaming
There's no way to fake it they know what I'm making
They making me offers, they don't need to bother
I'm turning it down like I turn on your daughter
He thought they were strong then I walked by and got her
She don't know the tricks gave me brain then I taught her
Vision so blurry can't see in this bitch
Phone gonna buzz like a bee in this bitch
I make my bitch drip double C's in this bitch
Who's gonna tell him I'm pleasing his bitch
Post up with a girl from Barbados
Fly her out to the Turks and the Caicos
I rack up the bills and you pay those
Your bitch gonna do what I say so
Like what she gon do she can't say no
I'm up in her dreams like I'm Faygo
I married the game I don't play though
No OVO Drake this a Draco
Old hearts, new chrome
Old queen, new throne
Old number, new phone
Same dog, same bone
Left hand like Zo
Beating it up like I hit it before
Put you in the Jag you ain't seeing the Rolls
My music made platinum my chain made of gold
I'm taking his girl now she onto me
I'm taking his money monopoly
Put one in his brain like lobotomy
Big Milly built different anomaly
I just bought a whip with designer keys
I just copped a bed with designer sheets
I'll smoke before bed for a higher sleep
I'm moving to bigger and finer things
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha (That's me)
Someone go and call the fosters
Got me a rough Ryder
She ride like a Harley
In the studio I'm grinding
If I don't text back I'm sorry
Gave Glizzy the pack he ain't never been tardy
It's lights camera action when we step in the party
Say you wanna snatch this chain then Good Luck Charlie
I'm a young star I ain't talking bout Hardee's
Me and Milly on the grind tryna touch these M's
Had to cut off the leaches they move like Sims
I was in the field early, wanna bag in the gym
All I want is green bills like I'm counting up gems
How you a gangsta you relied on yo film
I'm tryna go up, talking about over the rim
Stick hit his hair like he got him a trim
My future getting brighter but the light was dim (Let's go)
And I know they hate I'm chosen
And I know they ain't got no motion
Just me and my shawty that's how I'm rolling
For her love I'm never folding
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before I lost her
A run away, ha
Someone go and call the fosters
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Writer(s): Revson Mills
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