[Chorus: Lakeyah]
I'm a big flexer (Big flexer), rich dresser (Rich dresser)
I just blew your rent on some Moncler sweatshirts
Big stepper, Louis V collector
She ain't had enough, then I'm applying more pressure, bitch
[Verse 1: Lakeyah]
I already earned my stripes
These bitches ain't no competition, ain't believin' the hype
I just dropped a bag on a few pair of Off-White's
Drip so hard, got 'em callin' for a fix on the pipe
And this shit light, I just got a thing for the flex
The bag stay around this bitch, so I could fuck off a check (On God)
I feel like I'm up now, fuck all that, "I'm up next"
A bitch gon' really have to iron me to say that I'm pressed (Yessir)
And it's my last time sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. around this muhfucka (Yeah)
And in my eyes, I'm the coldest 'round this muhfucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gotta pay me just to come back to the city
Who the fuck gassed they head? These bitches ain't fuckin' with me
Way you bitches wave ridin', I should charge you hoes (Right)
I'm forever with the shit and I could dog you hoes (On God)
Ever since I got a name, it's fuck all you hoes
'Cause I apply the same hurt, the way I ball on hoes
And I can't fight you hoes, I spend whatever on nails (Yeah)
I gotta fly back to the city just to link up with Mel
Hop on the flight at two, I'm in your city at four
I done trapped the whole Cali in a pair of Diors (Okay)
I done moved to the A just to triple my bag
You bitches fightin' over dick, bitch, you goin' out bad (Bitch)
Make bitches sicker than corona, got 'em rockin' a mask
I said, "A pussy ho could never," so I'm keepin' 'em mad
I'm a big flexer (Big flexer), rich dresser (Rich dresser)
I just blew your rent on some Moncler sweatshirts
Big stepper, Louis V collector
She ain't had enough, then I'm applying more pressure, bitch
[Verse 1: Lakeyah]
I already earned my stripes
These bitches ain't no competition, ain't believin' the hype
I just dropped a bag on a few pair of Off-White's
Drip so hard, got 'em callin' for a fix on the pipe
And this shit light, I just got a thing for the flex
The bag stay around this bitch, so I could fuck off a check (On God)
I feel like I'm up now, fuck all that, "I'm up next"
A bitch gon' really have to iron me to say that I'm pressed (Yessir)
And it's my last time sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. around this muhfucka (Yeah)
And in my eyes, I'm the coldest 'round this muhfucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gotta pay me just to come back to the city
Who the fuck gassed they head? These bitches ain't fuckin' with me
Way you bitches wave ridin', I should charge you hoes (Right)
I'm forever with the shit and I could dog you hoes (On God)
Ever since I got a name, it's fuck all you hoes
'Cause I apply the same hurt, the way I ball on hoes
And I can't fight you hoes, I spend whatever on nails (Yeah)
I gotta fly back to the city just to link up with Mel
Hop on the flight at two, I'm in your city at four
I done trapped the whole Cali in a pair of Diors (Okay)
I done moved to the A just to triple my bag
You bitches fightin' over dick, bitch, you goin' out bad (Bitch)
Make bitches sicker than corona, got 'em rockin' a mask
I said, "A pussy ho could never," so I'm keepin' 'em mad
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