Intro
We on X games mode

Chorus
Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)
Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me
Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)
He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me
He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)
Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)
She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)
I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)

Verse 1
Slap a bitch in her face if she askin' for it
I been up in my purse, nah, they can't afford it
Tell my nigga to tell them "Good morning" (Ooh)
I might let him hit if I get a lil' horny
I'm chasin' a bag from the night to the morning (Haha)
He roll up a back while I light it up for him
To the bank, I be laughin', these bitches be actin'
These niggas be cappin', who gon' cry in a foreign? (Hell nah)
He want a bitch from Mobile, nigga, we nasty and trill
I don't think he can handle it (No)
I can't let him post me on the internet
Keep that shit on the low, I ain't feelin' that
I'ma make him be quiet
Why you taking his word and you know he be lyin'? (Dumb bitch)
You keep stalkin' my page and you gon' end up crying (What?)
If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't got the time (Bye)

Chorus
Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)
Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me
Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)
He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me
He say he like when I call him daddy
Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy
She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ho)
I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Bitch)

Verse 2
Now that I'm on, bitch, I get what I want 'cause fuck it, I'm paid (Money)
Bitch, I'm in the league, you a rookie, you laid (Hahaha)
I sent him the addy, pulled off in a Wraith
He a thug in the streets but in private, he bae
If I give him a taste, he gon' wanna stay
You bitches be broke and I'm havin' my way
Got your nigga on lock, he gon' do what I say
I'ma make him shut up while I'm riding his face (Shut up)
He want a pretty bitch, I know she don't like me
Put a ho in her place like she movin' in (Ooh)
Why she only act tough when she with her friends?
Punch a ho, I might as well say I'm clockin' in
I get to the bag, I need all of my dividends (Haha)
Bitches be flossin' but I'm really livin' it
Keep callin' my phone so I know that he missin' it (He missin' it)

Chorus
Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey
Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me
Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey
He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me
He say he like when I call him daddy
Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy
She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy
I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Haha, haha)

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Intro
Haha
Flo Milli shit

Verse 1
Make a thirsty nigga wanna chase me (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm lit, I wonder can he face me (I'm lit)
Only laugh on the way to the bank, see (Hahaha)
I want money so fuck you, pay me (Bitch)
Ball like a pro and girl, you just a scrimmage
Play with these bands, nigga, your money timid (Haha)
I'm winnin', on your man mind like a fitted (Yeah)
This pussy V.I.P. and he can't get in it (Lil' ho)
Coupe been like I'm rockin' shit for take off (Ooh)
I put in work, I'm makin' bitches take a day off
Finesse and givin' hoes a reason to hate for
My niggas clutch with the shot like a playoff
I'm not your bestie, not your sis (Eww)
I'm not the one, I am that bitch
It's slow for these hoes
I got 'em mad, they so dramatic
Want my spot but they can't have it
This smoke for free though

Chorus
May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And take your nigga only for the weekend
Late night creepin' ain’t no cuffin’
I'on keep 'em, send your nigga back home
I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin' (Yeah)
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone (Bye)

Verse 2
Got these hoes on my case (What?)
Tell these hoes "Not today" (Bitch)
All this drip ain't for free so you hoes gotta pay
Why your nigga in my face? Play his ass like 2K
You know Flo got that flavor, your man wanna taste (Wanna taste)
Pay me ties when I step in the building
I need my bands from the floor to the ceiling
Commit to no nigga, money too appealing (Fuck a nigga)
What the fuck I look like catchin' feelings?
Yeah, they mad, I'm on top and I'm chilling
Got 'em look up to me like these hoes is my children (I just shit on 'em)
Fashion week, I made a killing
Numbers goin' up, breakin' the charts on a billion
If you ain't lovin', now you do times two
I'm wit' your daddy gettin' nasty like the 2 Live Crew
Word to Stevie, they can't see me like Do I Do (See me)
And if you cross me, I won't hesitate to shit on you, bitch

Chorus
May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And take your nigga only for the weekend (Where he at?)
Late night creepin' ain’t no cuffin' (Ain’t no cuffin')
I'on keep 'em, send your nigga back home
I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin'
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone
May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And take your nigga only for the weekend
Late night creepin' and I'm cuffin'
I'on keep 'em, send your nigga back home
I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin'
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone (Period) (Pick up the phone)