Pasta lyrics

Khloe:
Mama! you look like a rockstar!

Verse:
b*tches buy a lil reefer now they think they plug
Big b*tch, yea ya n*gga show me nothin but love
I do what you b*tches can't, i'm in the back with the thugs
You a baby, call me crazy
You just lazy, b*tch i'm gravy
I do what i wanna do
And you just do what you told
Never been a bougie b*tch
I'm skippin class with the hoes
They done flew me overseas
I got a couple of shows
I'm a yes
You try your best
You still a no
I know you stressed, b*tch

Hook:
I'm gettin money now
b*tches actin funny now
Tatts all on my face and pasta all up in my stomach now
Hit the ground runnin so she lookin like a dummy now
Know you hate to hear it
Bbymutha gettin money now
Everybody love you til you focused
b*tches on the bench pretending like they the coaches
Actin like i owe ya
I was hurting you ain't notice
b*tch i'm headed to the bank
I'm snorting diamonds, coca cola
I'm a rider, i'm a roller
I know how to handle me
If you see me with a n*gga
He ain't get with me for free
I kick it with who i wanna
Clout it don't mean sh*t to me
All these poppin hoes just losers with an instagram degree
They could never f*ck with me

Outro
And i tell you b*tches all the time... if i see you, i'mma spit on you. imma c*ck back hard as sh*t and just let go of the biggest spitball you have ever seen in your life b*tch. cuz you deserve. i'm sick of you n*ggas. i'm sick of you b*tches. i'm fed the f*ck up. talking all that sh*t. you can't even stand in the same room and breathe the same air as me b*tch. i'm iconic. you're a pig. a loved one that i'm about to lose to mesothelioma, b*tch. where's my check? where's my diamonds, where's my fur? where's my f*cking respect? on god, i'm not lettin you b*tches get no rest for the rest of yall lives. yall gon have to feel me. ya know what i'm sayin? i ain't get no sleep cuz of yall... yall ain't gon get no sleep cuz of me, damn it