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(Brandin Blanco) First thing first, I could never be a weak bitch So really, y'all can miss me with that weak shit You bottom of the barrel ass hoes stop reaching (Stop it) They claim to hate me but they copy, that's some creep shit Bank account full of zeros and it keep increasing Go ahead and mention my name so my music keep on streaming Don't make me pop my shit, I'm lookin' for a reason Y'all gon' make me turn into a fuckin' demon Got it out the mud, went from broke, now I'm rich (Rich) Rode it so good, fucked around and made a hit (Hit) Top five on the charts, yeah, my name was on that list Gimme my respect, ain't nobody hand me shit On thе road, 6 a.m., I had to make something shake Intеrviews early morning, can't even beat my face (Yeah) Fuck it, put a hat on, can't even fix my lace I got something to prove, I ain't got no time to waste (Nah) Friends turn to enemies the more I made profits (Profits) Started gettin' jealous and they're watchin' all my pockets (Jealous) I did shit for bitches when I had nothin' in my wallet So how the fuck you blamin' me because you couldn't keep it solid? Funny how they link up with your opps when y'all fall out But I'ma let y'all have that bum shit while I ball out Don't have a fuck to give about you hoes, bitch, I'm all out (All out) Cross 'em right outta the picture like a fuckin' crop out SongtexteNow I'm pipin' up on you bitches (Pipin' up) Why y'all hating in my comments and my mentions? Topic of your group chats, yeah, you hate to see me winning Fuck you if you said I couldn't do it 'cause lil' bitch, I did it (Did it) Head bitch in charge, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier Hood rich bitch, hunnid bills in my roller I'm a real fiend for that green like an ogre Bitch, I am the best, I can't be mediocre Yeah, I'm goin' apeshit (Apeshit) If you ain't got no money, you can't say shit (You can't say shit) Never been the type of bitch to play with And they never thought a bitch like me would make it (Ha, woo) The odds was put against me and I overcame that (Yeah) Instead of gettin' in my feelings, I got in my bag (Bag) My name everywhere and they got 'em big mad (Mad) Fronts and backends comin' through, I got them big racks (Racks) They said I'm material 'cause I pop shit (Hoo) Gotta let you bitches know who you not fuckin' with (You not fuckin' with me) Diamonds 'round my neck and they so fuckin' big (Fuckin' big) And now I'm on TV, bitch, I'm fuckin' lit (Bitch, I'm fuckin' lit) Call my mama up, tell her "Look mama, we made it" (We made it) Finna buy her the new crib and it's all gated (It's all gated) My name gonna hold weight as one of the greatest You shoulda never doubted, you shoulda fuckin' waited Stupid ass bitches, I got y'all in a motherfuckin' chokehold Y'all bitches gotta watch me on your TV screen every motherfuckin' day, bitch That's what the fuck you get, bitch Doin' better than all y'all motherfuckin' hoes Y'all hoes ain't got no money Y'all asses ain't got no motherfuckin' furniture in your houses Y'all bitches ain't got no nigga Y'all bitches ain't got no motherfuckin' walls in your pussies Y'all bitches is pathetic, trash Hahahahaha, look who's laughing now, bitch A funny bitch And I'm the one funny but I made y'all bitches jokes Fuck outta here, y'all bitches could never see me Period, and that's just that on that and I'ma keep on pissing y'all hoes off I'ma keep shittin' on y'all hoes life Period, any bitch out there that done fell out with me and now you goddamn cool with my opps, bitch, fuck you with a sick dick I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all hoes Y'all hoes watching me Y'all hoes in the comments, under the blogs, talkin' shit about me Bitch, look at you, look at you You coulda been a part of this But no, you wanted to be a motherfuckin' hater Y'all hoes pathetic Y'all hoes need to go get you some motherfuckin' money And I been humble, and I been humble but fuck bein' humble I'm finna pop my shit on y'all hoes I'm on demon time now bitch, period Fuck outta here Aus Songtexte Mania