On My Body
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
Hopin' out the Benz truck yea a b*tch goin up
Got that 1942 gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that n*gga send the money, I be running it up
Ima a gangsta not a model, I'll beat a b*tch up
Don't get it f*cked up, this ain't the internet
Ima boss b*tch I'll let my shooters handle that
Pretty b*tch get em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a n*ggas pockets 'til he beg me to stop
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
I see you hatin' in the comments gon' and log out
I took your n*gga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and i'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yea a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
Hopin' out the Benz truck yea a b*tch goin up
Got that 1942 gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that n*gga send the money, I be running it up
Ima a gangsta not a model, I'll beat a b*tch up
Don't get it f*cked up, this ain't the internet
Ima boss b*tch I'll let my shooters handle that
Pretty b*tch get em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a n*ggas pockets 'til he beg me to stop
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
I see you hatin' in the comments gon' and log out
I took your n*gga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and i'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yea a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Credits
Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain, Deandre Hunter
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