B.T.W lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I go on and on
You b*tches can't stand how I last so long
I must've had super powers
Put in work, I been in the booth a thousand hours
Check his numbers, better do the math
n*gga might be homeless and you give him some ass
Jim Carrey, I can see through the mask
Ghetto angels over watching, they gon' be on your ass
And for the last like four, five months
I been feeling like Ice, make your n*gga a munch
You was never my type, can't be seen with a sl*t
And your money too short, kitty won't even come

[Chorus]
Are you dumb?
What's my favorite word? (Milli, b*tch)
Yeah, I'm in that mode, I'm gon' flow (Milli sh*t)
Better keep you a hustle, don't stop 'til you rich
Every time I look up a new ho on my di*k
Ho, it's over, blow the whistle
He 'bout to drown in this pus*y, come get him
Hello? Ho, it's over, blow the whistle
Somebody please help this n*gga
[Verse 2]
A.P. on my wrist, where you get that from?
He got ninety-nine b*tches, but my ass ain't one
I don't trip, keep it trill, b*tch, I feel like Bun
Shakin' ass in Jamaica while he feeding me rum
Are you drunk? Why you pressing me, I'm not your lady
This n*gga want me to have his baby
Chocolate b*tch, M&M, Slim Shady
Sweatin' my hair out, now my edges wavy
Double Cs, everything you see me in
Hoes think they f*ckin' with me, y'all some real comedians (Haha)
I was Double Dutchin' that n*gga
He don't ever hit you 'cause you clutching that n*gga
Damn, you be making lunch for that n*gga
To me that's a dub, make him take me to dinner
Hello? Where the reservations, daddy?
Thought he was a homebody, he popped out with a baddie
He popped out with a baddie

[Outro]
He 'bout to drown in this pus*y, come get him
Hello? Ho, it's over, blow the whistle