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[Intro]
Music Majors

[Chorus: Karlae]
Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

[Verse 1: Karlae]
Baguettes wetty and they all on my neck
You know I’ve been ‘bout a check
You know I hang with some killers
You know they walk with a Tech
b*tches be pressed they can’t f*ck up my energy
When I leave the room bet they remember me
Money stay with me the money a friend of me
Pretty and brown he gon’ drink me like Hennessey
I walk around with a fat wallet
I walk around with a pretty penny
I keep plenty Benjis in my back pocket
If the gang around know they gon’ act ‘bout it
I got more money, she mad ‘bout it
f*ck all my opps I been killing the scene
Money the only thing green
b*tch you ain’t f*cking with me
I never follow I lead ‘em
Independent b*tch I do not need ‘em
Put me in the room with any b*tch bet they tuck their tail and I eat ‘em (Yep)
They saying Karlae you different (Yep)
That’s just ‘cause I’m on a mission (Mission)
I’m tryna get to a milli (Milli)
I’m tryna make sure they feel me
[Chorus: Karlae]
Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

[Verse 2: Sonyae]
He like a b*tch that can’t nobody have
He like to bring me around just to brag
He said girl what you want I ain’t checking no tag
Giving n*ggas the blues I be leaving ‘em sad
Love him ‘cause he honest with amazing di*k
Money on her head about my n*gga I done brought the b*tch
You blowing up his phone while he giving me head
So concerned with my titties b*tches ain’t getting no bread
Face card valid thank the lord because I’m blessed
Gorgeous ghetto b*tch got these n*ggas spending checks
He was eating them blue pills trippin’ on your set
Consider yourself lucky you was f*cking with the best
[Chorus: Karlae]
Pretty and boujee I look like the sh*t
Had to tell diva I take this sh*t left
Spend it, I bought the big house with a chef
All of my blues got the stripes like a ref
Hazeline ring, Biggie my step
Everything litty, Nike my left, huh
Kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
Talk to me left it’s a Tech it’s a test
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left
Got ‘em calling like I’m Shaq
Blues got the stripe like a ref
I got it, she got it
Huh, lucky my left

[Outro: Sonyae]
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy
Ice so icy