Can't Get Enough (feat. BIA, Lakeyah & Flau'jae)

BIA

Yeah, you can't get enough (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho

Who said that I wouldn't come through?
Caught a bitch sittin' outside just like that
Who said that I wasn't runnin' my city?
Nigga came through, runnin' right back (right back, right back)
Who said that I wouldn't come through?
Caught a bitch sittin' outside just like that (like that)
Who said that I wasn't runnin' my city?
Nigga came through, runnin' right back (uh, uh, uh, uh)

For a bitch that have one up on me
She must be on my fuckin' head (must be on my fuckin' head, uh)
Niggas tweakin' to get in my bed
I stay in my feelings 'til I take a hit and smoke my meds (sheesh)
'Less I'm sleepy, then I drink instead
Ain't no way he fuckin' on this pussy 'less he give me head (yes)
Had him sleepin', I thought he was dead
I can't stand my nigga pillow-talking like he with the feds (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, he texted? I ain't never read

I just flew into Skyami (Miami)
Hit my zoe for the jwett 'cause he treat me like I'm family (jwett)
And that stick come in handy (grrah)
Play my shit on the yard, you ain't gotta understand me
Uh, and it costs 'cause it's real
Different from his bitches, but he likin' my appeal (he likin' my appeal)
I just got a text from your nigga 'What's the deal?' (Brr-brr)
And I put his ass on ice just to show him how it feels, uh

Yeah, you can't get enough (cash)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho

Ayy, look
Who said 'Key wasn't the hardest out the batch here?
I touch more money than a cashier
One link, now she's sweatin' me like a cashmere
Big 'Key, I check bitches just like a pap smear (yeah, I do)
You a fan of me, baby, ain't gotta lie to me (ain't gotta lie to me)
Uh, rookie of the year, I feel like Angel Reese
These rap bitches be mid, that don't apply to me (uh-uh)
Middle of the sentence, bum-bitch, I'm where the commas be (uh, uh, uh)

Look, neck froze, wrist froze, I'm a glacier (ice)
No Z's, rolling trees, I'm touching paper
Talk like it, walk like it, but, bitch, you ain't her
To my opps, I send my shots without a chaser (okay, woo)
And now you can't get enough
I stand up on all of these racks, I'd probably be 6'1"
I'm fly as a dove, I'm ballin' on their heads and dunks (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm putting points up in the paint and, bitch, I ain't gotta jump (Lakeyah)

Yeah, you can't get enough (cash)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me ho (yeah)
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho (the biggest)

Who said that I was talkin' and wasn't walkin' it? (On God)
Who said that they was streaming, nobody coppin' it? (Who said?)
These rappers getting soft again, they done got me pissed off again
I'm crushing they esophagus, got 'em gassin' for oxygen
Like, who flow better? Don't ask if you know better
I'm sicker than cold weather, I type in it bold letters
When I walk inside the club, they wanna see 'bout me
I'm the biggest and the folk come at the B.I.G, stupid

Yeah, you can't get enough (cash)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (uh)
Yeah, you can't get enough (never)
Keep it gangsta when you speakin', don't you lie to me, ho
Don't you talk under your breath, you can't hide from me, ho



Credits
Writer(s): Bianca Landrau, Flau'jae Johnson, Lakeyah Robinson
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