Navel lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let it bang on a hoe, big toy, G.I. Joe
You can't f*ck, that's a no, I am picky, afro (I got options)
Bank on tic-tac-toe, all you see is 0, 0, 0's
b*tch, you know I'm in my glow
Eat up the beat, I'll take it to go (Yum yum)
I don't answer the phone, b*tch, run me a letter
Slide to my crib if you got me some cheddar
His blood spill when I shot the Beretta
I had to walk home in an inside-out sweater
I don't let sh*t fly by, I just make souls fly high
Kill him with his tie, kill him with his tie
Kill him with his tie, that's tie-dye

[Chorus]
Pass that money 'round like hot potato (yeah)
Whole circle got bread like a bagel (yeah)
Throw hands to his face like a facial (yeah)
That bullet hole look like a navel (oh yeah)
Pass that money 'round like hot potato (yeah)
Whole circle got bread like a bagel (yeah)
Throw hands to his face like a facial (oh yeah)
That bullet hole look like a navel (oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
Big money, feeling pumpy, adios, can't get sh*t from me
Five meals in my tummy equals up to your rent money (Add it up)
Don't let your n*gga play you like he's Stevie
He do a triple take when he see me
I might just talk to him real briefly
Tell him to drop you off then come eat me
That's if you like it or not (Not)
I'm a business woman off top (Off top)
And I don't Facebook 'cause my face booked on every f*ckin' flyer that drop (That's knowledge)
This that knock, knock, who's there?
Front porch, front porch, who?
b*tch, if you don't answer this door right now
Bullets 'bout to come through, ha
Play if you want, today I got time
I wouldn't even phone even if I was blind
Who said I can't rap? That lil' b*tch lyin' (Cut it out)
I'm bringing that heat like the clothes is dryin'
So stop it, b*tches ain't on my profit
I'm a messy b*tch, so watch it
I'ma spill the tea and not mop it (Hell nah)
b*tch mean muggin', wearing pony tails so I'm guessin' she a bum dummy (What you wanna do?)
So I beat her ass and took the rubber band like, "I need that for my money" (Gimme that)
Cone head b*tch, 'bout to be missing toppings
Take off her head like a discount shoppin'
Come to the block, don't put me on no block list
With his dread head schemin', that's a motherf*ckin' plot twist
[Chorus]
Pass that money 'round like hot potato (yeah)
Whole circle got bread like a bagel (yeah)
Throw hands to his face like a facial (yeah)
That bullet hole look like a navel (oh yeah)
Pass that money 'round like hot potato (yeah)
Whole circle got bread like a bagel (yeah)
Throw hands to his face like a facial (oh yeah)
That bullet hole look like a navel (oh yeah)