Bling Bling

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Wake up lil' bitches, let me show you how to live

Hair done, nails done, keep everything did

Like Rihanna forehead, bitch, you gotta think big

Don't let me catch you knocked up havin' a ****'s kids

You are the not the wifey for swallowin' ****'s kids

These **** be doin' bids, these **** be in my fridge

These **** be smokin' mids and thinkin' that they the shit

Walk up in your crib, be askin' if they could live

Not about that

These bitches is gullible like a mouse trap

This cheese ain't real, fuckin' cum bucket

Hyped off four piece nuggets

He will never cuff you 'cause your pussy is budget

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

It's a full time job, fuckin' lovin' yourself

**** try to rob a bitch for her self wealth and her mental health

Know a few bum ass **** who fuck bitches

Cuff bitches just to sleep in a bed

Tell a bitch that he love her just so he could get fed

Damn, Ma, over here, all that leechin' is dead

Preachin' to you lil' bitches, did you hear what I said?

If I catch you **** creepin', I'ma beat up your friend

Lookin' out for my mama and my day one bitches

Independent women, we accumulatin' riches

Blowin' haters kisses, forever fly misses

We whippin' in the kitchen so respect my business

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Lemme tell you how **** really be, here's me

Here's JP reportin' live from the streets

And you best believe that I got the key

And I got the trees, and I got the tweets

Ain't no stoppin' these prophecies (Ay)

Am I a thot for lovin' Cîroc?

Gucci or not, I'ma cheat 'cause I got

All my hot girls with me, and we

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Dance around and bounce those titties

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Bling-bling, bitch, do my own thing, bitch

Fuck a wedding ring, that ding-a-ling was just a fling, bitch

Eenie-meenie-minie-mo, how many **** is ready to go

Down on a bitch for the Galaxy 4?

Ninety-nine reasons why **** ain't shit

Hundred and three ways to suck on a clit

Five ugly **** drivin' they mama's whip

Thirteen bitches spit game in the Uber

Took my weave out 'cause my real hair's cuter

Ain't textin' him back 'cause that ****'s a loser

Pops, and uncles, and cousins is smoother

Got a big mouth, but your mindset is little

Got a big dick, but the income is minimal

Shit is not funny, the mission is critical

Setting yourself up for disses and ridicule

Talk to these hoes, and I got them to switch on you

Talked to your mom, and now she gonna shit on you