Protection
They say that I'm the problem
I'm the one that they follow
I'm really the resolution the face of tomorrow
I be knowing the difference
The Voice got them to listen
All this money comin at me I got they attention
Im gone get it most likely
He be calling me wifey
You a weak sauce bitch but I'm saucy I'm spicy
Go get the money bags
I'm popping hella tags
Flew to Miami upgrade my booty
I got the wag
All my bitches they baddies
Niggas wanting me badly
I'm top shelf type of bitch that you marry
Get it want me to count it
Swallow his kids I'm childish
Now he got me on the wall like a tv he mounted it
Left her in the distance
Street smart no tuition
They say I'm up next so they signed a petition
She my son I'm raising kanan
Demon time like I'm satan
Every night another toast a different celebration
No we don't use protection
Glowing in my complexion
When he hit it from the back say my booty perfection
Tequilas for the liquor
Then he eat me for dinner
Said that he was hungry thought I was a snicker
Got these bitches sick
Now I got em sicker
Said you gotta be quicker
Let my x tell it I miss her
I really been the wave
Me and you is not the same
Ask me how I'm doin can't really complain
My hundreds got blue faces
I could never be basic
Don't need my ETA to know that imma make it
I'm goin Universal
I don't need no rehearsal
Keep my circle tight like a Cheerio circle
Fresh set he love my grippers
Shape up I got the clippers
Like when I shake my ass like I was a stripper
She goin out bad bitches really bitter
He grabbing on my ass pulling on my zipper
I ain't lifting a finger
Pussy cold like it's winner
It got the effect that be makin em tender
Trenton on my back they kno that I'm the winner
Repenting to the lord cause I'm really a sinner
Just got a new chain now I want a new chain
My nigga intelligent cause I give em brain
Make the cash money like I'm lil Wayne
My nigga he got me something I can't explain
If you ain't talkin money then you talking foreign
My bitches bout that action you bitches be boring
I Put her in time out I'm busy I'm scoring
Double red cup heavy on pouring
Got my day ones I ain't really recruiting
Got her in her feeling cause she know that she losing
It's the Voice bitch Is you stupid?
I'm headed to the top and I'll never lose it bitch
I'm the one that they follow
I'm really the resolution the face of tomorrow
I be knowing the difference
The Voice got them to listen
All this money comin at me I got they attention
Im gone get it most likely
He be calling me wifey
You a weak sauce bitch but I'm saucy I'm spicy
Go get the money bags
I'm popping hella tags
Flew to Miami upgrade my booty
I got the wag
All my bitches they baddies
Niggas wanting me badly
I'm top shelf type of bitch that you marry
Get it want me to count it
Swallow his kids I'm childish
Now he got me on the wall like a tv he mounted it
Left her in the distance
Street smart no tuition
They say I'm up next so they signed a petition
She my son I'm raising kanan
Demon time like I'm satan
Every night another toast a different celebration
No we don't use protection
Glowing in my complexion
When he hit it from the back say my booty perfection
Tequilas for the liquor
Then he eat me for dinner
Said that he was hungry thought I was a snicker
Got these bitches sick
Now I got em sicker
Said you gotta be quicker
Let my x tell it I miss her
I really been the wave
Me and you is not the same
Ask me how I'm doin can't really complain
My hundreds got blue faces
I could never be basic
Don't need my ETA to know that imma make it
I'm goin Universal
I don't need no rehearsal
Keep my circle tight like a Cheerio circle
Fresh set he love my grippers
Shape up I got the clippers
Like when I shake my ass like I was a stripper
She goin out bad bitches really bitter
He grabbing on my ass pulling on my zipper
I ain't lifting a finger
Pussy cold like it's winner
It got the effect that be makin em tender
Trenton on my back they kno that I'm the winner
Repenting to the lord cause I'm really a sinner
Just got a new chain now I want a new chain
My nigga intelligent cause I give em brain
Make the cash money like I'm lil Wayne
My nigga he got me something I can't explain
If you ain't talkin money then you talking foreign
My bitches bout that action you bitches be boring
I Put her in time out I'm busy I'm scoring
Double red cup heavy on pouring
Got my day ones I ain't really recruiting
Got her in her feeling cause she know that she losing
It's the Voice bitch Is you stupid?
I'm headed to the top and I'll never lose it bitch
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Writer(s): Amirah Woods
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