Jealous Ass Bitch

Lyrics

[Chorus] I got big racks bussin' out this bag with your mad ass I'm the baddest bitch that nigga ever had, that's all fake Balenciaga, Celine Prada tags, pay riches outta racks I'ma post a picture poppin' shit'cause that's gon' keep you mad Jealous ass bitch (mad) Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Hoe, jealous ass bitch [Verse 1] Ice, hitting up, a hundred some shots in suburban trucks She been talking shit but I never heard of her She say she don't like me but she lurking too Hold on this outfit alone I'm worrying what you working for You got inna with me then that's personal You ain't really on shit, sweet bitch You must think you can't get hurt or something Bitch, I might just find out where you work or somеthin' And pull up to your job, catch you clockin' in And beat you out your shirt or somethin' Bitches mad, bitchеs pissed what they make a year on my wrist I'm gettin' ass, gettin' thick, bet eatin' calamari and shit Drink this Dulce to the bottom, I'm countin' up cash so I'm buyin' You ain't havin', you be floggin', why you mad instead of talkin'? [Verse 2] Huffin' the start, poppin' shit and shittin' on these messy hoes How you always high as fuck, but your bank account low? Call me Oxford Gloss'cause when I'm done I'm finna up the score Summertime to summer's mine I'm hotter than a bachelore Money on me, I keep spending all this money on me A nigga want me, this nigga on me get him off me These bitches jealous cuz I'm pretty Know not to play because I'm with it Said I'm pussy strictly dickly, I ain't never been no pygmy You ain't gon' never see me walkin', I call black trusts to come get me I don't race for second place I don't, bitch shit just don't fit And I don't gotta rap about guns, just know I got em, bitch don't tell me Just want me to turn yo ass to a memory [Verse 3] Post a pic without a filter in the wig Make these bitches mad Never needed surgery But rich niggas be on my ass Can't even say I'm smoking on my eyes Cause I be smoking kick ass Don't ever say you got some beef with me With y'all lil broken hoes Cut from a cloth that I wouldn't wipe my ass with Bumping that new future getting head from my past tense Told em kiss my ass and got a bag and they be mad Triple of my rent is what I'm making for my bag keep All them tiny bitches topping me is when they give me face I can switch it up so much can rock a natural or a lace Got my name up in they mouth oh yeah they loving how it taste Bitch we young and getting money and we pulling up with drapes [Verse 4] She on my phone about a nigga Guess what, bitch he here To get this hoe a life alert She said she need some help Get your feelings off the ground You know this nigga gettin' around Walk in the room, I'm real loud But that shit's on smoke bout a pound Bitches mad, they talkin' down Me gettin' money, make hoes frown All you hoes gotta do is play Fuck, fuck, lettin' off round You a jealous ass bitch, that's for the town You got some ass, you a little harassed bitch I ain't got no cop or been around [Chorus] I got big racks bussin' out this bag with your mad ass I'm the baddest bitch that nigga ever had, that's all fake Balenciaga, Celine Prada tags, pay riches outta racks I'ma post a picture poppin' shit'cause that's gon' keep you mad Jealous ass bitch (mad) Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch, you a jealous ass bitch Hoe, jealous ass bitch