fso - lezhae lyrics
real b*tch, money first, d*ck later
level up on n*ggas like we playing escalators
i’m ’bout my bag, yeah, b*tch, i’m ’bout my paper
every time i walk by, wonder why these b*tches hate her
’cause i stay dripped and b*tch, i look good
keep a fly whip like a fly b*tch should
sh*tting on these haters like a fly b*tch could
and i’m making hoes mad like a fly b*tch would
walk up in the club, n0body looking better than this
chilling with the gang, it’s just me and my clique
all my b*tches bad, got flavors to pick
ass fat, so you know we always twerking and sh*t
three way facetime, b*tch, we outside
if a b*tch try me, know i’m gon’ slide
keep a 22 right by my sidе
and a couple real b*tches that i know gon’ ridе
i f*ck it up, i f*ck it up shaking ass in the club
if he ain’t spending no bread, then that n*gga a dub
i don’t f*ck with lame n*ggas, i don’t f*ck with no scrubs
i’m ’bout my bands, lil’ n*gga, i ain’t looking for love
i don’t trust a n*gga knowing they be lying like rugs
but i’ll f*ck a real n*gga ’cause i love me a thug
you the type to come around begging me for a hug
i’m the type to chase the bread like a fiend chasing drugs
i got my own, so i ain’t waiting on a n*gga for sh*t
if i ever need a n*gga, then it’s just for the d*ck
this p*ssy good, and he like how i be making it drip
i f*ck him good, get my nut send ‘em back to his b*tch
he say i do him dirty, i be breaking n*ggas’ hearts
i tuck my feelings in the dark, and that sh*t was smart
’cause all these n*ggas dogs, and i knew it from the start
so f*ck n*ggas, get money from the bottom of my heart
real b*tch, money first, d*ck later
level up on n*ggas like we playing escalators
i’m ’bout my bag, yeah, b*tch, i’m ’bout my paper
every time i walk by, wonder why these b*tches hate her
’cause i stay dripped and b*tch, i look good
keep a fly whip like a fly b*tch should
sh*tting on these haters like a fly b*tch could
and i’m making hoes mad like a fly b*tch would
i look good, my b*tches look good
in that big body, and we swerving through the hood
my bills paid, my hair laid
never give a f*ck ’bout what a bum b*tch say
twerking all night, got them bottles on ice
and my n*gga spin them racks ’cause he know what i like
new car on the way, i’ma ride him like a bike
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout his b*tch, i’ll beat her ass like ike
real b*tch, money first, d*ck later
level up on n*ggas like we playing escalators
i’m ’bout my bag, yeah, b*tch, i’m ’bout my paper
every time i walk by, wonder why these b*tches hate her
’cause i stay dripped and b*tch, i look good
keep a fly whip like a fly b*tch should
sh*tting on these haters like a fly b*tch could
and i’m making hoes mad like a fly b*tch would
i got my own, so i ain’t waiting on a n*gga for sh*t
if i ever need a n*gga, then it’s just for the d*ck
this p*ssy good, and he like how i be making it drip
i f*ck him good, get my nut send him back to his b*tch
he say i do ’em dirty, i be breaking n*ggas’ hearts
i tuck my feelings in the dark, and that sh*t was smart
’cause all these n*ggas dogs and i knew it from the start
so f*ck the n*ggas, get money from the bottom of my heart, yeah
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