Gigging

Gigging, I give it.

Gigging, so when I get it.

I stay gigging, they be wigging

From City to city, slay, I'm living x 2

Lights, Camera, Action.

Welcome to the show.

Gritty kitties only, nono basic hoes

Call me Pam Handle, cuz' I'm living on the road.

Call you when I can babe, but I gotta gig and go

I hit the stage, I drop it low and then I split it.

Sweep up the dollars like the crumbs up in my kitchen

I freak you out the way, I pick 'em up and lick them.

But I'm on PrEP, bitch I've got debt, and I'm not chicken.

I work hard, but party harder

Sweaty bodies, dirty dollars

Bending backwards, thottin', boppin'

Music pumping, never stopping

Nother gig, nother wig, hella big

Nother flight, nother club, same night (Gaga)

Gotta bag packed with my tips and my swag

Getting paid to keep it painted like Kryolan (How odd)

Let'em know that I only came to gig it.

So we can't speak, if you just tryna kick it

The world is a vault and I've got it on lock

I've got a big mouth, so f**k a small talk

I got no time, so I can't be clocked.

But my time is coming like I f**ked my watch

Gigging, I give it.

Gigging, so when I get it.

I stay gigging, they be wigging

From City to city, slay, I'm living x 2