Fed Up

Stunna better pretty dilemma

my beach wetter i know they fed up

pockets fat

walk around with a stack

I’m petty let’s go tit for tat

I’m stingy can’t give up this cat

big bucks like milwaukee

i shit bitches up stop talkin

stunna sandy like how u so pretty

stunna sandy like how u so bad

I think u got these bitches mad

losing they shit and they can’t get it back

I got million dollar plans

I need my bread in advance

he like the way that i dance

he tryna get in my pants

rly **** be pissing me off

put that shit on he tryna take it off

he like damn bae how ya skin is so soft

smokin good gas i can’t hold in my cough

i like my money in colors

we be sneakin at night undercovers

u can’t finesse a finesser

i got a good eye for a sucker

move back

shoota got 2 straps

he let it

he let it clap

i control what i can

if he in my likes why u call him ur man

i’m sick of the cold catch a flight to the yams

off white gel toes cus it’s matching my tan

collecting my money like sam

free all the bad bitches locked in the jam

I’m cooking there’s flames in my pan

runnin it up i need more than some bands

hit my pose for the cameras

I got my bands up

I need it now or I’m throwing a tantrum

g wag the tan truck

stunna better pretty dilemma

my beach wetter I know they fed up

pockets fat

walk around with a stack

I’m petty let’s go tit for tat

I’m stingy can’t give up this cat

big bucks like Milwaukee

I shit bitches up stop talkin

stunna sandy like how u so pretty

stunna sandy like how u so bad

I think u got these bitches mad

losing they shit and they can’t get it back

I got million-dollar plans

I need my bread in advance

he like the way that I dance

he tryna get in my pants