BoNjOuR lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up
See, nothing that I do is normal
I like exotic cars, exotic drugs, exotic b*tches

[Chorus 1]
Bad b*tch in my bed, money on the floor
Drip from overseas, I didn't get it at the store
When I say I'm balling I ain't talking about the sport
Money like a dwarf, n*ggas coming up short
Screaming for the pig, b*tch I barely eat pork
n*ggas still starving, I just had a full course
f*ck a freedom (?), I was showin' no remorse
They just tryna copy like a n*gga playing HORSE
Married to the paper, won't file for divorce
b*tches get wet when they hear a n*gga's voice
Never satisfied, b*tch I always want more
Real n*ggas still handing 20's to the poor
f*ck a n*gga whore, put her in a finger four
Kick her out the door, I don't want her anymore
When I shoot my shot bet a n*gga gon score
Smooth on the hoe tell the b*tch Bonjour

[Verse 1]
When you speak on my name, n*gga better come proper
Today I'm in lane, yesterday I wore Prada
Smoking on a b*tch strain, it's some damn good product
Pull up to the party with some brand new choppas
But I just get the money I don't come to start no issues
Let a n*gga try me we gon hand a n*gga tissues
A whole lot of racks, see I'm talking about them big moves
I'm a skinny n*gga but they treat me like a big dude
I got a new crib, that b*tch got 3 four's in it
Remember the times when I could not afford it
Just blew ten thousand, I should have recorded it
No, you can't rock what I rock I imported it
You said you had you a check but they voided it
Came a long way now I'm handsome and fortunate
My n*ggas equal we keep it proportionate
I don't even want the lil b*tch so my boy hit it
Yo b*tch want me 'cause she say that I'm charming
Repo yo hoe from you if she's a foreign
My life a movie, b*tch I'm the one starring
My diamonds hit you they think that we sparring
I get a b*tch hello she gon go for me
Freshest in this b*tch, how could you not notice me
Very important, valet open the door for me
Pull up in the new drop just for your hoe to see
[Chorus 2]
Bad b*tch in my bed, money on the floor
Drip from overseas, I didn't get it at the store
When I say I'm balling I ain't talking about the sport
Money like a dwarf, n*ggas coming up short
Screaming for the pig, b*tch I bearly eat pork
n*ggas still starving, I just had a full course
f*ck a freedom (?)
I will show them no remorse
They just tryna copy like a n*gga playing horse
Married to the paper won't file for divorce
b*tches get wet when they hear a n*gga's voice
Never satisfied b*tch I always want more
Real n*ggas still handing 20's to the poor
f*ck a n*gga whore, put her in a finger four
Kick her out the door I don't want her anymore
When I shoot my shot bet a n*gga gon score
Smooth on the hoe tell the b*tch Bonjour