歌词
作词 : Putri Estiani
作曲 : Defa Muhammad/Putri Estiani
Yeah uh okay, okay okay okay
bitch why the ****
You spendin' yo money
On that lil ugly shit ?
Fresh off the boat
Got no choice
But I ain't lookin back
When I got the check
Must be coz I'm workin back to back
You say that you're workin, but you not
That's a ****in' fact
Got your boyfriend on the loose
Man, that's a tit for tat
Heating up the beat
Just to set the world on fire
You say you want beef
bitch I'm good I'm on a diet
Parents in my show
Tellin me that they obsessed wit me
You won't find me lurkin on the street
This ain't sesame
Got a 60 for a show
Got a hunnid for a post
Got another more
Just to show up do a little pose
Spend it on some silly shit
And still bought a brand new crib
Shoutout to my manager
He might just get me a whip
Beef everywhere
Ol' mcdonald had a farm
I milk it everyday
I should make a ****in barn
You said you were broke
Why you buyin' oatmilk?
Your man on sum childish shit
He thinks I'm happy meal
It's not a game bitch
It's do or die
You know my name
Then testify
Oh you don't like my style
Man that's a lie-
-Matter fact
Yesterday, heard you say I'm lookin' fly
Now that's a fact, bitch! (That's facts!)
It's not a game bitch
It's do or die
You screamin' gang shit
But why you cryin'
Oh you don't like me now
Man that's a lie
Matter fact
Yesterday, heard you say I'm lookin' fly
Now that's a fact, bitch! (That's facts!)
Yeah I just signed a dope deal
My teller said I got too much mil
It get these jaksel lookin' kids
Act bumb when we split the bill
Rumors goin' around sayin'
I'm that label hoppin' chick
But I just been goin' up
Unlike these gossiping ass dicks
Now they come up to me and ask
How the **** I do it
I just sit back, lean back, relax
There ain't not hin to it
If these broke boys just put
Their mouth on their own work
They prolly richer than me now
Oh my god, it must've hurt
So they start workin' in these companies
"Haha now he's an employee"
Pushing numbers on excel sheet
While they act all touch
In the music scene
Don't get me wrong I got respect
But nah if they don't **** with me
You can call me petty
You can call me a bitch
But I got more hits
And that's facts to me
It's not a game bitch
It's do or die
You know my name
Then testify
Oh you don't like my style
Man that's a lie-
-Matter fact
Yesterday, heard you say I'm lookin' fly
Now that's a fact, bitch! (That's facts!)
It's not a game bitch
It's do or die
You screamin' gang shit
But why you cryin'
Oh you don't like me now
Man that's a lie-
-Matter fact
Yesterday, heard you say I'm lookin' fly
Now that's a fact, bitch! (Yeah that's facts!)
bitch I only speak facts
Oh but also
Don't be offended but
You need to pay your rent, my god