Real boss ass bitch
Keep a boss ass grip
Can't be silenced
When I let my money
Talk that shit
Real boss ass bitch
You a lost ass bitch
If money spoke

Then ya pockets wouldn't talk bout shit
I be like
Cállete Cállete Cállete
Shut up
Cállete cállete cállete
Bitch shut up
Cállete Cállete Cállete
Shut up
Cállete cállete cállete
Bitch shut up
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I be fashion week killin
Used to be duckin the law
Now I cop up Givenchy
Like it was nothin at all
Give a fuck who you are
Still get rushed to the morgue
Hunnid bands, half a milli
When I run through the mall
Take a pic
Bitches sick
Train em up
Tell em sit

Get her hit wit my kicks
$5, 000 for the split
Black her shit
Think she slick
I ain't goin for it hoe
Ima let her top the blade
Have it goin for her throat
Niggas fiend for a dose
Shit be havin em shook
I been scorching the charts
I been leavin shit cooked
I be laughing at these bitches
Got me weak how they look
Might fashion nova my jeans
But double G up my foot

Real bitch
Thick ass
I got credit
I got cash
Fuck the brakes
Push the gas
New Mcclaren
Roaring past
Out the mix
Im in the kitchen
I been whippin
Gettin chicken
They ain't livin how I'm livin
Y'all hear somethin?
Cuz I didn't

Bitches too outta pocket
To not pocket no profit
Get the bag and you drop it
I bring it in and I stock it
They tried to stop it
I had it
Went and flooded my Patek
I had to grind for my spot
Now this shit automatic
Know my haters is pissed
How I'm bossin it up
From Barcelona to Japan
Bitches showin me love
Im the queen in my bity
Got my family sittin pretty
Weird bitches move too iffy
So I gotta keep my blicky