B.B.S. (Bold Bitch Syndrome)

He told me he like my ass I told him give me a bag I told him hop in the back his mouth sound like static Tune him out, cop a patek F*ck up his credit then buy me some loubs with his debit I ain't got time for the bullshit Niggas spit game but don't spend shit You gotta spend to see this shit Only got time for designer Prada me to death Bury me in Versace Swipe that card more than twice Spend a couple G's and I might let you have a slice Cause you packin Whole package Wrapped in a glittery bow (Oh that's for me, thank you daddy) Some call it gold-digging I call it bold bitch syndrome Been in the game way longer than these niggas Can't play a player Run me my paper Cause at the end of the day Im just playing the game He want a bitch that get nasty I want a niggas with commas behind his name Like that nigga great gatsby Drippin in jewels Eating exotic foods like my name is chef Boyardee Oui wi daddy He calls me a gold-digging bitch More like a big Bentley bitch That's when he pulled out his dick Thought it a cute little trick That's when I went and checked that nigga Told him pull out a check for me nigga It's all about what you take from these niggas Whip 'em into shape Need about six figures to make it shake So if you ain't trynna give it me Make a break for it nigga Cause bitches like me only play with these niggas Some call it gold-digging I call it bold bitch syndrome Been in the game way longer than these niggas Can't play a player Run me my paper Cause at the end of the day I'm just playing the game You bitches really be fumblin the bag With this lovey dovey shit These niggas are dollar signs baby Cause the same mouth they texin you I love you, I wanna see you with Is the same mouth they kissin up on that other bitch with They more concerned about which ass to tap next So what you need to do Is be concerned about getting this money Cause that shit ain't sweet out there And if he ain't making sure your nails done Your hair done Then what is he good for...