Plottin
Pull up on him but his heart is with another
Want me to pay For everything
I ain't your fucking mother
Told myself forget about this nigga and get another
In fact get yo money right n go and be a Stunna
Show these goofy Niggas who they lost leave them in wonder
Started trappin overtime and running up my number
Ran into this Youngin who's on deck with all them Gunnas
Sat down for a drank
And we start to chop some numbers
Now I got some plugs and connects
Now they on my Ass
Like what's next
Now I'm pullin up to collect
Tell em
Run my money run my checks
Tell 'em Missys up Missys next
Blowin up my phone
Sorry texts
Send em to the trash with my ex
Now they feel the pressure
Missy b is on they neck
Yuh
Heard you fucked around and lost out on my buisness
Heard you got some white girl all up in my fucking buisness
Now she in my buisness
Heard she acting funny
Ima start to pistol whip n (Pistol whippin)
Sit you down bitch
Na you about to listen
Wanna take my ex take some notes down while you with it
First off I ain't losing nun
I'm a bad bitch with the buisness
I'm still poppin off making money
While your tweaking
Bitch don't get fucked up
It's Missy b to who you speaking
Better watch your back
For all you know I might be creepin
I see you watch my stories I see you tryn peep in
You try to cop my style but you lookin hella cheap in
Just wait for your turn cause
Soon he'll start to beating
And just to finish off I'm hella fine
So you can keep him
Yeaah, you can Keep him
Want me to pay For everything
I ain't your fucking mother
Told myself forget about this nigga and get another
In fact get yo money right n go and be a Stunna
Show these goofy Niggas who they lost leave them in wonder
Started trappin overtime and running up my number
Ran into this Youngin who's on deck with all them Gunnas
Sat down for a drank
And we start to chop some numbers
Now I got some plugs and connects
Now they on my Ass
Like what's next
Now I'm pullin up to collect
Tell em
Run my money run my checks
Tell 'em Missys up Missys next
Blowin up my phone
Sorry texts
Send em to the trash with my ex
Now they feel the pressure
Missy b is on they neck
Yuh
Heard you fucked around and lost out on my buisness
Heard you got some white girl all up in my fucking buisness
Now she in my buisness
Heard she acting funny
Ima start to pistol whip n (Pistol whippin)
Sit you down bitch
Na you about to listen
Wanna take my ex take some notes down while you with it
First off I ain't losing nun
I'm a bad bitch with the buisness
I'm still poppin off making money
While your tweaking
Bitch don't get fucked up
It's Missy b to who you speaking
Better watch your back
For all you know I might be creepin
I see you watch my stories I see you tryn peep in
You try to cop my style but you lookin hella cheap in
Just wait for your turn cause
Soon he'll start to beating
And just to finish off I'm hella fine
So you can keep him
Yeaah, you can Keep him
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Writer(s): Blanca Ruiz
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