Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Terranesha Bell
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy, let that shit ride, TAV
Flippa
On me
Hello
****, stop ringing my motherfucking jack begging
I ain't worried about you or that hoe
I ain't worried bout
Yo shit
His shit
Her shit
They shit
Fuck shit
Bull shit
Hoe shit
Fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit
Bitch, I'm getting money too
Ain gotta take shit
Hey, Siri
Uh-huh
Find another bitch for em to play with
Better call Zillow
Find another hoe to stay with
Pressure
I ain't just another bitch to lay with
Cause a deadbeat ****
That's the shit I ain't okay with
You check up on your ****
But won't check your kid's homework
I swear ****' priorities fucked up
**** who come first
Hoe
Rooty-poot ass ****
You sleep in a big t-shirt
Hoe
In the club, barefooted
Talking bout your feet hurt
Who am I
Top bitch
What I do
Pop shit
On my shit won't stop, bitch
I beat a bitch with a mop stick
I can't see no op, bitch
Y'all hoes can get dropkicked
I'm the one you hoes ain't in my league
Hoe im the top pick
I ain't worried bout
Yo shit
His shit
Her shit
They shit
Fuck shit
Bull shit
Hoe shit
Fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit
Bitch, I'm getting money too
I ain't gotta take shit
Ex still subtweet
Talking to her fucking self
Dick still in her mouth like
Damn, did I leave it there
Opps still beefing with me
Bitch is you gon' ever stop
Tell them folks the fucking truth
You just want some fucking help
Hell nah
**** text my phone like
Put me on your social
Hell nah
You a snake
Hissing round my fucking motion
Hell nah
**** starving
**** broke
**** hoes
**** foes
Get exposed
Wearing your fucking partner clothes
I aint worried bout
Yo shit
His shit
Her shit
They shit
Fuck shit
Bull shit
Hoe shit
Fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit
Bitch, I'm getting money too
I ain't gotta take shit
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, bitch
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, hoe
I ain't got no worries, baby
This just how it go
Cause one thing for certain
And two things Fasho
I ain't worried bout yo shit
His shit
Her shit
They shit
Fuck shit
Bull shit
Hoe shit
Fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit
Bitch, I'm getting money too
I ain't gotta take shit
Bad bitches like me ain't got shit to worry about
The fuck
You already know what the fuck going on
Flippa
On me
Written by: Tavis Moore, Terranesha Bell, Terranesha Harris