No Bars

What you working with? Yeah

What you working with? Uh

What you working with? Uh

Show a real bitch what you working with

Pay for this pussy, **** (Yeah)

Get yo' bands up

Oh, you ain't tricking, ****? I'ma hit yo' mans up

Cold ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine

Bitches always in my business, JT, what you really do? (What?)

I be at home playing fetch by a swimming pool

I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy Doo

Doing all that wifey shit, knowing he don't fuck with you

Poster girl pussy in yo' **** dreams

I'ma hold a semi, buss whoever in between (Pow)

Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing

I'll be damned, ****, you know who I am, ****

Long way from cracking cars and pulling scams, **** (Yeah)

Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)

Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty floors up

Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Aye)

Told my **** twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)

Self-esteems drop every time I show up, yeah

Wrist doing 80 in a 35 (Ice)

Shut Marni down for some furry slides

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Hmm)

Cop me Chanel, ****, thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)

And I ain't gotta do a motherfucking thang

I ain't gotta do a motherfucking thang, bitch

Period

Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs

I am a motherfucking job

Bitches always in my motherfucking business

Worrying 'bout what the fuck I got going on, ho

It's City Girl shit (Ho)

Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit

I'm a City Girl, bitch

Second verse to you hating ass hoes (Tired ass)

Who get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)

I'm Rick down from my head to my toes (Yup)

Hood bitch, dress like a weirdo (Ha)

Run away, now I'm stepping in some runway

Bitch, you can't fuck with me on your birthday (No)

Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (Free my bitches)

You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say

I'm lowkey, bitches fuck with my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waiting on my rivalry

I'm the hype, naw, y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me

It's grind time, no flossing (Let's get it)

Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in

These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired ass hoes)

Got bitches tanning for this dark skin

Bitch, I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots, I ain't talking 'bout syringes

Yeah, I'm really from them trenches

Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah

No bars