BBL lyrics
by Dee Watkins
[Intro]
Look
Uh
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga, I just bought your b*tch a BBL
Said she f*ck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my n*ggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this f*ckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell
If I'on make it home, tell my n*ggas wish me well
[Verse 1]
Bad b*tch, 30 inch waved done her ass crack
Everytime I make a play, I send it to her Cash App
Man, I can't be beefin' with them n*ggas, they can't have that
Let a n*gga play, we turn his ass into a hashtag
She said ''Bae, I need my nails done, can you send it?"
She know I ain't trippin' 'bout no paper, I got plenty
Real player, I be runnin' soccer 'round these b*tches
It ain't sh*t to drop a bag on it if you get it
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga, I just bought your b*tch a BBL
Said she f*ck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my n*ggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this f*ckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell
If I'on make it home, tell my momma wish me well, n*gga
[Verse 2]
All the bad b*tches want a n*gga with a bag
So that's a motivation you jits to go and get some cash
She a freaky b*tch, she say ''n*gga, eat my ass''
She know she ain't my b*tch so I couldn't do nothin' but laugh
Money on his head, put that bag on his top
Million dollar n*gga, still posted on the block
All my fans yellin', they can't wait for me to drop
Opps steady wishin' that I flop, but I'm not, n*gga
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga, I just bought your b*tch a BBL
Said she f*ck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my n*ggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this f*ckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell
If I'on make it home, tell my momma wish me well, n*gga