Ice Spice lyrics

[Intro]
Huh (FOREVEROLLING), yeah, b*tch
Hol' on, yeah (Okay, let's get it)
This sh*t ain't on me, it's in me, n*gga (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate n*ggas who ain't mind they business (Mind your business, b*tch)
These n*ggas ain't really 'bout that sh*t
Better stop that sh*t, come on now, let's be serious (Yeah)
All these n*ggas is my children (Y'all motherf*ckin' sons, b*tch)
I tell my pretty b*tch that she get whatever she want
Over here, it ain't no limits (Yeah)
You ain't have no motion for real, my n*gga
You gotta stop all that cappin'
Ever since my brodie diеd, I can't go nowhere without the strap (Yеah)
Put it in her mouth, turn her ass around and break her back
BBL on XXL, let me see that ass clap (Uh)
Let me see it jiggle
Body on Coke bottle shape, with the back dimples
Yeah, no, I don't usually do this sh*t, but baby for you, yeah I'm a munch
I might get bored and switch my b*tch out every other different month (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, show me how to do it
Baby, I could turn you to a freak, put your back into it (Uh)
Why this n*gga wanna beef with me? He don't got guns (He ain't got it)
I could never not be gettin' money, that is not fun (That sh*t ain't fun, n*gga)
Perky got a n*gga tweakin' (Got me tweakin')
b*tch better not play with me, I know what the f*ck you think
b*tch better not have no secrets
I'm ridin' 'round with them demons (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas keep saying that they gon' do all this and that but yet, I ain't seen it (I ain't seen it)
I ain't seen a thing
I'm in the club with a big booty b*tch, she grippin' on my chain (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, you somethin' different, baby
Yeah, you just my type
I could be your muscle, baby
You could be my Ice Spice (That's what I like, baby)
Yeah, that's what I like
You ain't gon' find out where them n*ggas be at
Her n*gga broke and he ain't even have no type of motion
I could never be that (Yeah)
Pop that bar, throw on your ski mask (Put on your ski mask)
Get the loc' and push up on them b*tch ass n*ggas, go and get your get back (Yeah)
I could never sit back
These n*ggas ever think I'm lyin', then come on, go get with that (Yeah, get with it, n*gga)
If you want to f*ck me off this Perky, baby, then I'm with that (Yeah, I'm with it, baby)
Don't ever have no n*gga tellin' me, "Come get your sh*t back," n*gga
[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate n*ggas who ain't mind they business (Mind your business, b*tch)
These n*ggas ain't really 'bout that sh*t
Better stop that sh*t, come on now, let's be serious
All these n*ggas is my children (These my children, n*gga)
I tell my pretty b*tch that she get whatever she want
Over here, it ain't no limits (Yeah)
You ain't have no motion for real, my n*gga
You gotta stop all that cappin' (Cap)
Ever since my brodie died, I can't go nowhere without the strap (Without my pole)
Put it in her mouth, turn her ass around and break her back (Yeah)
BBL on XXL, let me see that ass clap
Let me see it jiggle
Body on Coke bottle shape, with the back dimples
Yeah, no, I don't usually do this sh*t, but baby for you, yeah, I'm a munch
I might get bored and switch my b*tch out every other different month

[Outro]
Yeah, sh*t, it don't mean sh*t to me