Why You Fronting?

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T. & Bai] Brrt How 'bout you let me fuck on somethin'? I ain't coming out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?) I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah) I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner? And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy, brrt) [Verse 1: G.T.] I made one play, fucked around and made a hundred (Yeah, a hundred racks) If I wear my rose kit, baby, that's a hundred (A hundred racks) All I did in this game was keep this shit one hundred (One hundred) And if you want some topside, dog, I need a hundred (A hundred) I just sent a text to my plug, keep 'em comin' (Hrrt) I ain't fuckin' with these hoеs, they fuckin' with my hustle (For real) I donе put some real work in, I got muscle (Yeah) Muggin' like you mad at the world, we'll bust you (Fah-fah-fah) You can get whatever, I got racks in the backpack (Racks) Crawlin' in the Benz, two-seater painted matte black (Yeah) Stay switchin' lanes, four-door Porsche with the hatchback (Yeah) And if I cut the bitch off, nigga, I don't backtrack [Chorus: Bai & G.T.] I ain't comin' out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?) I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah) I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner? And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy) [Verse 2: G.T.] I can tell you used to niggas cappin' and be bluffin' I ain't doin' all that talkin', baby, I'ma spin somethin' (Uh-huh) And I ain't bein' petty, I'll buy your friend somethin' (For real?) Get you new Chanel and fill it up with hundreds (Pretty Brayah) [Verse 3: Pretty Brayah] He drinkin' water after sex, actin' like he did somethin' Was talkin' all big, how come I ain't feel nothin'? Been that bitch since a kid, they knew I was a problem Your plug say he out, 'cause my niggas went and robbed him You tryna save bitches, hold on, wait, this ain't Gotham If you buy me shoes, need 'em red on the bottom These niggas old as hell, playin' games like bingo If we ain't talkin' money, we ain't talkin', learn the lingo He know I hit his bitch, that shit fuckin' with his ego I sent her on a trip, her reward was a trio These hoes ain't on shit in real life, but fake pages I'll never catch 'em out, we don't be the same places [Chorus: Bai & G.T.] I ain't comin' out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?) I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah) I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner? And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy)