100 Bands
Aye, you already know
What the Fuck ah
Going on baby it's yo girl Iggy Badd
Aye
Yeah
Put on my
Body con, white kicks
Dior, Sticks
All I understand is hundred bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
Told his trick come get yo baby back
He sucking on my Tits
Aye
Aye yeah
I can't help it
I done fell in love with Fetti
Put all my jewelry on
I'm colder dinna Yeti
He said " damn baby that ass
Is fat, it jiggle more than jelly
Uh nah
I can't fuck on him
His pockets looking petty
Lame ass niggah
Uh
My hundreds look like Papa Smurf, blue
Hundred bands Hundred bands
Tucked in my purse
Why chase a niggah
When money come first
So the gosssip about me
Like we in a church
Im getting money
Bitches be hurt
Niggahs be on me
I keep a flirt
I wear a thong if it's matching
My purse
Tsunami on me
Flooded matching my merc
Woh, yeah
Lil booty, Itty booty
But it's booty'n
I like choppers
I like rappers
I like hooligans
Uh
Bitch don't act like me
You and me were never twins
Why you acting like you know me
We were never kin
Bitches be dirty
They crab in a bucket
Trynna pull me down though
They act like they love me
And niggahs gone cheat
With dem bitches, so fuck it
Cut a niggah off
Like the end of discussion
I bring the loud
I got dat ruckus
If it anit gas
Niggah just tuck it
I learned the system
In and out and bucked it
Plucked them
I played with these niggahs
Like puppets
I got one niggah
Two, three, four, five, six
Running game
You feel inferior cause
I don't miss, bitch I'm goated
Aye I'm really her
Haters pissed
My silencer will silence her
If she trynna diss
Put on your
Vivi's, Gucci
White Tee, blicks
Damn I fuck with chocolate niggahs
Haitians with the wicks
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
All I understand is 100 bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Put on my
Body con, white kicks
Dior, Sticks
All I understand is hundred bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
Told his trick come get yo baby back
He sucking on my Tits
Aye
Yeah
White kicks, Dior, Sticks
White Tees
Burning
Hundred Bands, racks
Grands, bricks
Counting up this money
I like Blicks
Damn I fuck with Haitians
With the wicks
He keep sucking on
My tits
What the Fuck ah
Going on baby it's yo girl Iggy Badd
Aye
Yeah
Put on my
Body con, white kicks
Dior, Sticks
All I understand is hundred bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
Told his trick come get yo baby back
He sucking on my Tits
Aye
Aye yeah
I can't help it
I done fell in love with Fetti
Put all my jewelry on
I'm colder dinna Yeti
He said " damn baby that ass
Is fat, it jiggle more than jelly
Uh nah
I can't fuck on him
His pockets looking petty
Lame ass niggah
Uh
My hundreds look like Papa Smurf, blue
Hundred bands Hundred bands
Tucked in my purse
Why chase a niggah
When money come first
So the gosssip about me
Like we in a church
Im getting money
Bitches be hurt
Niggahs be on me
I keep a flirt
I wear a thong if it's matching
My purse
Tsunami on me
Flooded matching my merc
Woh, yeah
Lil booty, Itty booty
But it's booty'n
I like choppers
I like rappers
I like hooligans
Uh
Bitch don't act like me
You and me were never twins
Why you acting like you know me
We were never kin
Bitches be dirty
They crab in a bucket
Trynna pull me down though
They act like they love me
And niggahs gone cheat
With dem bitches, so fuck it
Cut a niggah off
Like the end of discussion
I bring the loud
I got dat ruckus
If it anit gas
Niggah just tuck it
I learned the system
In and out and bucked it
Plucked them
I played with these niggahs
Like puppets
I got one niggah
Two, three, four, five, six
Running game
You feel inferior cause
I don't miss, bitch I'm goated
Aye I'm really her
Haters pissed
My silencer will silence her
If she trynna diss
Put on your
Vivi's, Gucci
White Tee, blicks
Damn I fuck with chocolate niggahs
Haitians with the wicks
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
All I understand is 100 bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Put on my
Body con, white kicks
Dior, Sticks
All I understand is hundred bands
Racks, grands, bricks, Money
Uhh uhh
I'm feeling psychic
I been said I was that bitch
Told his trick come get yo baby back
He sucking on my Tits
Aye
Yeah
White kicks, Dior, Sticks
White Tees
Burning
Hundred Bands, racks
Grands, bricks
Counting up this money
I like Blicks
Damn I fuck with Haitians
With the wicks
He keep sucking on
My tits
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Writer(s): Tiara Williams
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