On My Body lyrics

[Intro]
Santana, ayy
(It's Trax season, bruh)

[Chorus]
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
b*tch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pus*y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*tch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely

[Verse 1]
Hoppin' out the Benz truck, yeah, a b*tch goin' up
Got that 1942, gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that n*gga send the money, I be runnin' it up
I'm a gangsta, not a model, l'Il beat a b*tch up
Don't get it f*cked up, this ain't the internet
I'm a boss b*tch, I'll let my shootеrs handle that
Pretty b*tch, get 'еm hot every time that I drop
And I'll bleed a n*gga's pockets 'til he beg me to stop

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' c*cky (b*tch, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' c*cky (b*tch, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
[Chorus]
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
b*tch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pus*y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*tch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely

[Verse 2]
I see you hatin' in the comments, gon' and log out (Bye)
I took your n*gga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and I'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler, I be blinged out
Uh, big Macbooks, big black trucks
First class to Colombia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yeah, a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' c*cky (b*tch, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' c*cky (b*tch, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
[Outro]
(It's Trax season, bruh)