Buss It

up the bands fuck up a check
Cartier frames and they match with the fit
Always on go a hunnid percent
If your man wanna roll he gon hop in the Benz
He need a straw drink up the mess
Louis Vuitton designer my step
I turn him on with the flick of the wrist
The patek on ice I'm fresh out the fridge
I'm too lit saucy
Booty put him in a coffin
Drop it low and put it on him
Don't get comfy I got options
My status poppin
Got too many hoes watching
Independent I'm a boss bitch
Check me out bitch I'm gorgeous

Big bands tell that hoe go head and buss it
Wrist blam yeah them diamonds going dummy
Ass fat you can look but please don't touch it
I got big big plans everything I do exclusive

Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it

I told him eat up the cake
Like its a birthday bone appetite
Then he gone lick up the plate
Still on my worst day I'm having a feast
Look at my toes he like when they pretty
And matching up with my apparel
I put on my shades I don't see the hate
Cause that shit ain't good for my spirit
Don't try to tell me a thing I do what I want
Cause I'm a shot caller
You play the game on the bench
Nothin but net swish I'm balling
He know I do it the best when I'm in the front
I'm not a costar
I'm in it you know Imma get it cause I gotta win
Bitch Imma go hard

Big bands tell that hoe go head and buss it
Wrist blam yeah them diamonds going dummy
Ass fat you can look but please don't touch it
I got big big plans everything I do exclusive

Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it
Buss it, Buss it, Buss it, Buss it



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Andrew Cox, Destiny Hoke, Michael-allen Harrison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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