Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Turn me up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
I got some
I got some
I got some shit on my chest I like to fuckin' say
Got some shit on my chest I like to fuckin' say
I got some shit on my chest I like to fuckin' say
On my fuckin' mind
On this fuckin' dome
I got some shit on my chest
Let's get it
I'm not the one
I'm gettin' money
Don't get this shit twisted
I'm not his side chick
Or his next chick
Or his mama mama
He tryna rizz me
Tryna rizz me
I say ha ha ha
My plan is to be be a rich rich rich chick
Let's get it
Some of you men are lame
With no money money
Ya make me wanna kiss a woman
Come here honey honey
Now don't compare
Don't compare me to no one else
Bitch can't you see
I'm in my own own own skin
Let's get it
I ain't ya twin
Ain't ya twin
I don't fuck with you
Not like that
Nu uh
Oh no no boo
Back doorin
Back stabbin
Now we fuckin' foes
You triflin' jealous jealous hoes
Y'all some fuckin' bozos
These n***** trippin
They be trippin
They ain't got a dime
I can not luh ya
Can not luh ya
I ain't got no time
I'm too focused
Too focused
Bitch I'm in my prime
We outside
We outside
Like it's summertime
Let's get it
Can't get caught up in no fuck boy season
We can not link
We can not link at Four Four seasons
(Giggles)
You heard what the fuck I said
My plan is to be be a rich rich rich chick
Let's get it
WRITERS
Diamond Surrency, Pamela Surrency
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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