Steppin' On Bees
I walk in the booth and start steppin' on bees
These bitches are trippin they don't know I'm P
I'm leveling up you ain't even with me
I throw the AP on you know it ain't cheep
Uh
Look at me
Touch on me
Bet your lil bro wanna fuck on me
He put his cash and his trust in me
I live this lavish life comfortably
Ooo ooo
Now he in love with the crew
He textin me callin me boo
But I ain't in the mood
I step in and drop cash on it
Foreign whips with no tags on it
No seat belt bitch I'm in the mood
Four drinks yeah and I'm gettin loose
Light you up I won't blow a fuse
Don't come around here with that attitude
When I walk by your man I know who he choose
It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse
I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude
I ain't into cappin I'm tellin the truth
This pricy
Sis bite me
Can't put a price tag on me
Got Dolce all over my body
All over my body
You don't know shit about money
But I'm over here whipping a rari
I'm in Turks yeah sippin Bacardi
On a yacht cause my life is party
Back to back with the hits like Cardi
Bless these hoes but I don't say sorry
Caviar with the calamari
Matches well with the money on me
Look at my wrist
Look at my fit
You jealous bitch
You ain't on shit
These bitches are trippin they don't know I'm P
I'm leveling up you ain't even with me
I throw the AP on you know it ain't cheep
Uh
Look at me
Touch on me
Bet your lil bro wanna fuck on me
He put his cash and his trust in me
I live this lavish life comfortably
Ooo ooo
Now he in love with the crew
He textin me callin me boo
But I ain't in the mood
I step in and drop cash on it
Foreign whips with no tags on it
No seat belt bitch I'm in the mood
Four drinks yeah and I'm gettin loose
Light you up I won't blow a fuse
Don't come around here with that attitude
When I walk by your man I know who he choose
It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse
I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude
I ain't into cappin I'm tellin the truth
This pricy
Sis bite me
Can't put a price tag on me
Got Dolce all over my body
All over my body
You don't know shit about money
But I'm over here whipping a rari
I'm in Turks yeah sippin Bacardi
On a yacht cause my life is party
Back to back with the hits like Cardi
Bless these hoes but I don't say sorry
Caviar with the calamari
Matches well with the money on me
Look at my wrist
Look at my fit
You jealous bitch
You ain't on shit
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Writer(s): Paige Knechtly
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