B2b lyrics

Circle full of hoes, I blow my nose, it look like wintertime
These n*ggas love me now but wasn’t no love when I ain’t have a dime
I play wit’ yo mind before yo di*k, I need a bigger plate
Like f*ck yo dinner date, I need a Rover for the interstate
Money over n*ggas, bigger budgets to blow
Bigger packs I gotta flip ‘cause I got places to go
Bigger booties in my dm, bigger reefer to smoke
Bigger crystals for my mental, I zone out on you hoes
I need all my f*ckin’ space, this pus*y fire but y’ain’t say ya grace
I ain’t tryna race, I’m gettin’ paid, I can’t relax today
Virgo like Beyoncé, sippin’ lemonade in Gucci shades
Pattin’ my Beyoncé braids, watchin’ n*ggas masturbate

Smarter than these n*ggas, they done taught me too much
Ion trust ‘em, f*ck ya, pay me, ain’t no di*k in the guts
Kill a stage and rock a lace, evil eyes and pretty face
Yo big homie wanna taste, he love bbymutha shape

In the kitchen with the dishes, gettin’ money wit’ my b*tches
Poppin’ molly and my b*tches scrape the pot and get to business
I want a diamond choker, need a bigger bed to hoe on
Wit’ my boyfriend and his boyfriend, buy one get one like a coupon
Talkin’ so much sh*t, I kill a hoe with the stench
Hurt ya feelings, oh ya injured, go'on and sit on the bench
Countin’ money, green fingertips, call me the Grinch
Need a plug? I can direct you to a play and a pinch, b*tch
Money on my mental, golden dental, own it, you a rental
Flexin’ on my exes, they pathetic, f*ck it, ion feel ‘em
b*tches love to stalk me, hear ‘em talkin’, I just gotta laugh
See you in the streets, you want a jack or want a autograph?
Tryna keep me down just ‘cause they know I’m the sh*t
Shoulda kept her in the house but now I’m f*ckin’ yo b*tch
Keep a pistol in the couch, a block away from the brick
Watercolors in my crown, the queen of art in this b*tch
I got issues, you got issues, we just human, I could never stress
I know how it feel to be a loser, b*tch, I know you pressed
See me in them magazines and yeah, my crib a f*ckin’ mess
And yet you still can’t f*ck up my rotation, b*tch, I’m f*ckin’ blessed

Child of the universe, the star of my show
I’m on Pluto poppin’ molly, percocets wit’ ya hoe
Twenty-eight years down, I got plenty to go
You can’t treat me like no rookie, I’m just lettin’ you know

I work hard for third dimensional respect
Like, f*ck the internet
You b*tches wouldn’t say it to my face ‘cause y’ain’t said it yet
Duckin’ and they dodgin’, camouflagin’, tuck they little tails
You don’t want it with the queen of Hell, catch a shell
I’m the perfect b*tch to beaf wit’ if you lookin’ for steak
Money me of molly me, or we got nothing to say
I was cool wit’ ridin’ buckets but I’m ready for raves
Funny business got you b*tches left out in the cold in the rain, b*tch