Richest Baby Mama
Okay
Ah shit
let's go
Ayy
Ayy
They tried to count me out, but I'm still countin' up
Ain't fall off, I fell back, been put up nine months
Just dropped my son hoe, yeah I'm the don hoe
In the drive-thru in the foreign, two-piece combo
These bitches ain't seeing me, I think they blindfold
I get the paper, cause that other shit I ain't got time for
I'm on these bitches' ass, hood bitch with class
Want a feature from the realest, hoe just pay the tab
Always in the trap, 40 on my lap,
(Yeah) 50 on the wrist, 100 on the slab
All my bitches with the shits, yo bitches ain't never slide
And we always in the streets, hoe we never hide
All you nothing-ass, manly-ass, hoes belong in Rikers
Bitch, you just a fuck, and ain't no nigga wanna wife ya
He got to be the G.O.A.T., I let him take me out the game
What the fuck I look like, getting pregnant from a lame
Bitch I look good, check
Got my money up, check
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
If you look good, flex
If he broke, ignore the text
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
Let me pop my shit, call me boss bitch HB
I don't chase these niggas, all these pussy niggas chase me
Oh, that's your baby daddy, yeah that nigga wanna taste me
Beat a bitch like Ivory, make her leave the house like Legacy
Uh, bitch, I said what I said
Never been no snake, hoe my skin never shed
Mollyhead ass hoe, you still tweaking off the meds
Had a bun in my oven, still gettin to the bread
I'm from Dade hoe, but I'm in Lauderdale
I'm in Parkway with a big Chanel
No Gucci, I'm so icy, double C get like me
Got the Mac or the 40, let these bitches try me
Bitch I look good, check
Got my money up, check
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
If you look good, flex
If he broke, ignore the text
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
Bitch, I look (good)
Ayy
These dirty ass bitches
Y'all hoes now what time it is
Bitch, I look good, smell good, walk stank
Yeah bitch, I'm in this hoe (and is)
Just in case you bitches probably thought that I was gone
And, Oh, Hood Brat she done had a baby, she done had a baby
Pussy ass hoes I'm still on these bitches necks
I'm still in you motherfuckin' hoes chest
Fuck y'all, talk bout, like, y'all don't ever fuckin' play with me
Don't ever get it misconstrued from one of these weak-ass hoes and a bitch like me
Cuz I'm always in y'all motherfuckin' chest
Yeah, I look good
What
Ah shit
let's go
Ayy
Ayy
They tried to count me out, but I'm still countin' up
Ain't fall off, I fell back, been put up nine months
Just dropped my son hoe, yeah I'm the don hoe
In the drive-thru in the foreign, two-piece combo
These bitches ain't seeing me, I think they blindfold
I get the paper, cause that other shit I ain't got time for
I'm on these bitches' ass, hood bitch with class
Want a feature from the realest, hoe just pay the tab
Always in the trap, 40 on my lap,
(Yeah) 50 on the wrist, 100 on the slab
All my bitches with the shits, yo bitches ain't never slide
And we always in the streets, hoe we never hide
All you nothing-ass, manly-ass, hoes belong in Rikers
Bitch, you just a fuck, and ain't no nigga wanna wife ya
He got to be the G.O.A.T., I let him take me out the game
What the fuck I look like, getting pregnant from a lame
Bitch I look good, check
Got my money up, check
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
If you look good, flex
If he broke, ignore the text
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
Let me pop my shit, call me boss bitch HB
I don't chase these niggas, all these pussy niggas chase me
Oh, that's your baby daddy, yeah that nigga wanna taste me
Beat a bitch like Ivory, make her leave the house like Legacy
Uh, bitch, I said what I said
Never been no snake, hoe my skin never shed
Mollyhead ass hoe, you still tweaking off the meds
Had a bun in my oven, still gettin to the bread
I'm from Dade hoe, but I'm in Lauderdale
I'm in Parkway with a big Chanel
No Gucci, I'm so icy, double C get like me
Got the Mac or the 40, let these bitches try me
Bitch I look good, check
Got my money up, check
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
If you look good, flex
If he broke, ignore the text
I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met
Bitch, I look (good)
Ayy
These dirty ass bitches
Y'all hoes now what time it is
Bitch, I look good, smell good, walk stank
Yeah bitch, I'm in this hoe (and is)
Just in case you bitches probably thought that I was gone
And, Oh, Hood Brat she done had a baby, she done had a baby
Pussy ass hoes I'm still on these bitches necks
I'm still in you motherfuckin' hoes chest
Fuck y'all, talk bout, like, y'all don't ever fuckin' play with me
Don't ever get it misconstrued from one of these weak-ass hoes and a bitch like me
Cuz I'm always in y'all motherfuckin' chest
Yeah, I look good
What
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