Repo lyrics

High profile, gotta move with a few demons
If I don't do nothing else make sure the crew eating
I get up in them streets behind a few reasons
You in that outdated sh*t, I'm in the new seasons
I'm from the Bay, birth of the real player partners
Lookin for a trickin' n*gga, if I spot him then I got him
Give a little conversation, make him give a couple dollars
Got some sh*t between my legs that'll make a n*gga holla
Save all your wants and your needs for your mama
I'm a player ass b*tch, a n*gga know he can't get nada (none!)
If you got you a little (ya mean?) you better lock him
Better not show that n*gga off to these little b*tches, gotta watch him
Hoes mad I'm having bank, I'm having guap
Hoes mad cause I be everywhere they're not
Even if I gave you everything I got, imma still come out on top and be everything you not
I'm dolled up, giving everything its 'posed to
Man I hate to be the b*tch to say "I told you"
Don't ask me about no n*gga, sh*t he old news
I'm with my newest boo, we out eating at Nobu
I feel like Jada, n*ggas been all on my body
She a thottie, play the role of a Hollywood hottie
Tell them hoes they can't f*ck with me 'fore yall get to talkin'bout me
I been cool but yall gon make me really bring that dog up out me
If it's smoke b*tch leave it in the air
Or drop low, we can meet up anywhere
She big woke on them keys but really scared
And I went to Precious Hill Haircare for the hair
Pull up, jump out the 'Burban with the racks on me
I hate when punk ass security try to act phony
Like "who am I?" I'm that b*tch, you better act homie
Matter of fact, just go'n head and take me through the back homie
Whole gang in the party and it's lit
This little n*gga tryna holla, he was fine and lookin' fit
But I'm not on that type of tip, I told him "pardon me" and sh*t
But I can't f*ck 'round with no n*gga who be partying and sh*t
Cause I like the n*ggas motherf*ckas can't get to
I like the n*ggas who ain't into what yall into
I like the n*ggas with a bag who gon' trick too
I like the ones who keep it real, ain't tryna trick you
Out in New York, I'm shopping in Times Square
The n*gga just blew a bag on us, some matching Montclairs
Real deal, freak nasty, any time, anywhere
Like in the middle of the street, let errybody stop and stare
I hate a loud mouth b*tch, pipe down
You better stop moving your lips right now
Could get it poppin' in this b*tch right now
What about the n*gga? b*tch I'm smoking him right now
These hoes don't know just how to stay up in they little place
Too much to lose but if it's needed I could pay another case, huh
Just know that I've been playing with too much paper
So every chance a b*tch get know imma jam it in their face
Was gonna cut it out right there, but imma keep going
I'm gonna spit as long as this b*tch keep flowing
Throwing dirt up on my name, but I just keep growing
Told all my hoeing ass b*tches, n*gga keep hoeing
I took some loses we ain't even finna speak on it
I ain't got time to weep on it, I just keep goin'
Thought she took the n*gga from me, had to repo him
They see me shining on the gram, so they reportin'