​bbymutha
TLKGRL
Intro:
I’m getting money (12x)
(Uggh oh my god can y’all just be quiet, like I’m tryna [?]
Talk on the fucking phone, y’all shut the hell up)

[Verse 1]
Yuh, it’s me, big B, real rapper
Miss [?] getting money, no actor
He gone pass me the plate, I’m the pastor
He ain’t never hung out with a bastard
I’m the [?] of the damage, disaster
I’m the [?] of the spell, I’m a caster
I’m so magic, debated a master
You so tragic, the pity, the laughter
Like, ha ha ha, how many [?] can I fit in my bra?
How many G’s can we smoke in the car?
How many ways can I say I’m a star?
Yuh, nah, more likе the moon
I’m not a witch, I’m a goon with a boon
Can’t let a bitch get mе sick, I’m immune
Can’t let a trick have a good afternoon, bitch
I’m about to ruin his life, burning his laundry
And fuck on his wife, yuh
Bitch, fuck being nice, I’m a bully I like when we fight
If she run up, she done up, good night
Blow a kiss, [?] in her life
I’m the hardest, I carve like a knife
I’m the coldest, the slushy, the ice yuh
Bitches is losers, type a bitch that be fucking the [?]
Type a rich you might find in a cooler
Type of pussy you find at a jeweler
Let ‘em’ think he the one, and I use him
Hate a n***a who full of delusions
Hate a bitch who gone jump to conclusions
Let her meet her demise of confusion
If I said it, I said it and meant it
When I’m speaking, he shut up and listen
If I leave he gone know what he missing
I’m a goddess, my body the mission
She ain’t [?] that lil bitch attention
Put that birken away, so pretentious
That shit ugly, atrocious hinges
Big ol’ bag and ain’t shit even in it
Lol bitch, that’s why you my bestie
I’m a school her, if bitches get testy
Imma squeeze her, that bitch getting zesty
Bitches [?] but this pistol is hefty
Chorus:
I’m getting money (7x)
(Uggh hold on, okay I’m getting money
I’m getting money, I’m getting money)

[Verse 2]
Yuh
Anyways [?] bitch I’m back
Fucking shit up like the cat in the hat
Imma sit back and just watch em’ react
I cannot lose cause I’m pretty and black, yuh
Aye, bitches is wack
Sleep on my schedule, that hoe need a nap
She wanna show, imma pull up and clap
Round of applause for the hoes in the back, yuh
Smoke on that bitch like a black
Ducking and dodging, she under attack
Pimping these hoes, the return of the Mack
He won’t make it to dinner, he needed a snack, bitch
Ooh, you so nasty
N***as [?] glassy
Left the house just to fuck on his daddy
Slut him out, let em’ bang on a baddie
Gotta go, got to fuck on my n***a
He the reason that ass getting bigger
Tis’ the season, I’m cuffing, it’s sicker
Warm it up, mix the coke with the liquor
It was good catching up, imma hit you
You don’t pick up the phone, imma split you
Pull up on me this week, bitch I missed you
Planet 7 for life, you my sister
Outro:
I’m getting money (10x)