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[Intro: Stunna Girl]
(Viper)
Just a million-dollar b*tch with a million-dollar plan, you hear me? (yunggokrazy)

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl]
You know better, so you did better
'Cause I'm more of a real b*tch and my pus*y wetter (Come on now)
Fifty inches to my ass, I'm a trendsetter
Left my old n*gga, 'cause my new n*gga flip better
Booked a flight to Puerto Rico
Can't believe b*tches vacationin' in Chico (Hah, b*tch)
Meetin' with a foreign plug n*gga named Rico (Hola)
Sippin' out a wine glass, but it's Casamigos
He rubbin' my feet, feedin' me grapes
Ask where I been, ho, life's been great (Day one)
Sis stayed down back when I was pushin' eighths
I upped a roll on the feds tryna crack a case
I upped a roll on 'em, blue hundreds to the face
You would think I was scammin' the way the money flowin'
You been hoein' for some years, b*tch, where your money goin'?
I'm on an island right now, no, it's not snowin'
My n*gga glizzy in Diors, no, it's not showin', huh?

[Interlude: Stunna Girl]
You know better, so you did better, huh? (Know better)
More of a real b*tch and my pus*y wetter (pus*y wetter)
Wetter, wetter (Huh? Huh?)
[Verse 2: Stunna Girl]
I'm on top, I ain't lookin' down (Uh-uh)
Only when I'm ridin' di*k when I'm lookin' down (Daddy)
Love pullin' on his chains missionary-style (Daddy)
He like, "Baby, do your thang," so it's gettin' wild (Hah)
He pullin' on my hair, this them real inches (Smack me on my ass)
Thick b*tch, fine b*tch, I'm a meal ticket

[Chorus: Stunna Girl & JT]
He want a fly-ass b*tch, takin' fly-ass trips (Yeah)
Doin' fly-ass sh*t, I know you like that, n*gga (Me and daddy)
I'm a real stunna b*tch, real self-made b*tch (Uh-huh)
Real self-paid b*tch, know you like that, n*gga (That's me)
And I bossed up quick, I ain't new to this sh*t (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm true to this sh*t, know you like that, n*gga
Huh? I know you like that, I know you like that (JT)

[Verse 3: JT]
Ooh, I got that sh*t on
Walk away, video, ass fat, hair long
My n*gga in the cut makin' plays on his iPhone
And I don't bring sh*t to the table but an iPhone (And lip gloss)
pus*y
f*ck a condo if it ain't the penthouse
Real hood b*tch slayin' a couture gown
I'm in the Maybach Benz and it's blacked out (Skrrt)
And I'm on these b*tches' neck 'til they tap out
Can't be f*cked with, on these n*ggas' f*ck list
Hoes ugly, put they ass on the yuck list
Can't f*ck with a broke boy, b*tch, I'd rather cry in a Rolls-Royce
Hoes mad, they ain't got no choice
b*tches fallin' off, f*ck back then
You don't want smoke, ho, you a vape pen
Ah-ah-ah, b*tch, it's my world
And I'm a baddie, b*tch, like Stunna Girl
[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
He want a fly-ass b*tch, takin' fly-ass trips (Yeah)
Doin' fly-ass sh*t, I know you like that, n*gga (Me and daddy)
I'm a real stunna b*tch, real self-made b*tch (Uh-huh)
Real self-paid b*tch, know you like that, n*gga (That's me)
And I bossed up quick, I ain't new to this sh*t (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm true to this sh*t, know you like that, n*gga (Know I'm true to this)
Huh? I know you like that, huh? I know you like that