(in) ya birkin
Birkin
Birkin
Birkin
You know I'm bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feelings
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya Birkin
You ain't getting money
I can tell that shit for certain
I been in the stu and you can tell that I been working
I been working
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya bag hoe
I dont really get it
Why these bitches mad though?
I be seeing how you moving
You aint that low
Like how she do it?
Tryna find out 'bout my cash flow
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna figure out my own shit
I just turned 21
So now I guess that I'm a grown bitch
Ain't worried 'bout ya bag
Cause I gotta make my own flip
And anything I got
You best believe I'm gonna own it
I got my own shit
Let me tell you 'bout the game I'm running
While you be tryna flex
Girl I just naturally be stunting
I can put you on to game
But you might have to put some blood in
I flipping through these hundreds
I be thumbing thumbing thumbing
Thumbing thumbing
You know how I'm coming
Blessings after blessings
Imma get 'em by the dozens
When I step up in the room
Kei don't need no introduction
If my name up in ya mouth
Then there's gon' be some repercussions
Cause you know that imma
Bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feelings
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya Birkin
You ain't getting money
I can tell that shit for certain
I been in the stu and you can tell that I been working
I been working
So let's real B
I know that you gotta copy paste me
It's crazy
You moving how I'm moving
Gotta chase me
Gimme space please
You doing everything I'm doing
How could you ever come to hate me?
You hate me
You can't erase me
Tryna replace me?
Me?
We ain't on B
We on that C block
Leave a shorty in the past
Got no time for a G Shock
Ya mouth keep fucking running
It look like ya tryna beatbox
I bet you'll bump gums
Until i come and make ya teeth lock
It's not up for discussion
You bitches know I really do this
Ain't gotta pop no pussy for a nigga
No I don't do it
When you learn to put ya mind into ya money
It come through quick
You'll keep jacking all my shit
Until I maintain that I blew bitch
You know I'm bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feeling
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Ahhh
Birkin
Birkin
You know I'm bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feelings
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya Birkin
You ain't getting money
I can tell that shit for certain
I been in the stu and you can tell that I been working
I been working
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya bag hoe
I dont really get it
Why these bitches mad though?
I be seeing how you moving
You aint that low
Like how she do it?
Tryna find out 'bout my cash flow
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna
Tryna figure out my own shit
I just turned 21
So now I guess that I'm a grown bitch
Ain't worried 'bout ya bag
Cause I gotta make my own flip
And anything I got
You best believe I'm gonna own it
I got my own shit
Let me tell you 'bout the game I'm running
While you be tryna flex
Girl I just naturally be stunting
I can put you on to game
But you might have to put some blood in
I flipping through these hundreds
I be thumbing thumbing thumbing
Thumbing thumbing
You know how I'm coming
Blessings after blessings
Imma get 'em by the dozens
When I step up in the room
Kei don't need no introduction
If my name up in ya mouth
Then there's gon' be some repercussions
Cause you know that imma
Bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feelings
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Get up in ya Birkin
You ain't getting money
I can tell that shit for certain
I been in the stu and you can tell that I been working
I been working
So let's real B
I know that you gotta copy paste me
It's crazy
You moving how I'm moving
Gotta chase me
Gimme space please
You doing everything I'm doing
How could you ever come to hate me?
You hate me
You can't erase me
Tryna replace me?
Me?
We ain't on B
We on that C block
Leave a shorty in the past
Got no time for a G Shock
Ya mouth keep fucking running
It look like ya tryna beatbox
I bet you'll bump gums
Until i come and make ya teeth lock
It's not up for discussion
You bitches know I really do this
Ain't gotta pop no pussy for a nigga
No I don't do it
When you learn to put ya mind into ya money
It come through quick
You'll keep jacking all my shit
Until I maintain that I blew bitch
You know I'm bad hoe
And he thirsty
No wonder why ya nigga tryna search me
All up on my page
I can see that you been lurking
And now you in ya feeling
And you hurting
Bitch get up in ya Birkin
Ahhh
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Writer(s): Keianna Andrea Richardson
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