(Music Majorx)
(B100)

Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'

Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Céline, that's how I'm dressin'
Nigga thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin', ha

Diamonds bustin', almost got my fuckin' wrist pregnant
Got my weight up on these niggas like I'm bench pressin'
Diamonds white like I bought these bitches
straight from heaven
Back hurt from all this walkin'
I can't stop the steppin', ayy

Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)

Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'

Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Céline
that's how I'm dressin' (Oh, yeah)
Nigga thought a bitch was in love (Huh?)
I was finessin', ha (Oh, yeah)

I send bro at niggas' bitches
'cause I'm faithful (You know I'm married, bitch)
I bet you hoes'll never see the Van Cleef bangle
(You ain't gon' get that)
Lil Horse don't care how old you is
that boy'll spank you (Frrt, frrt)
Wish I could ungive niggas shit
they ass ungrateful (They ass ungrateful)
Door kicker, I turned the city up
then brought that bag 'round (I did)
You gon' think bro 'nem do track
and field when you get ran down (Come here)
Mention me, I don't even know niggas, they asses fanned out
Fuck that though, my pockets thick as fuck
they look like Kash Doll (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, if God ain't want me blessed
he wouldn't have blessed me (I said, "Amen")
Bitch, if God wanted you blessed
he would've blessed you (I said, "Amen")
I got a mouth piece, my bitch horny when I text her
Real boss, ain't gotta be there
I still run shit in my section (Nigga, I run shit)

Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a bitch smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Fuck with a lame nigga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'