Get It Back (feat. Blaque')

It's Laii Dy'or hoes, stop playin' Spent my last nigga check on a Birkin bag Run it up, f*ck it up, and go on and pop them tags Cute, chubby lil' bitch with some big racks I ain't playin' with them hoes, tell them Get back Richard Millie, iced out pendants Diamonds on my neck and he love the way it glistens Baddest in the game, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Bitch, I got bars and I ain't talkin' penitentiary Made it out the mud, I ain't had to trap Fell in love with money, watch them dollars stack I can spend a bag and then get it back Say you want your mans, come and get him back Cryin' bout a nigga, pussy ho, get out your feelings Sayin' that he love you, but he all up in my DMs Won't tweet about a nigga, ho, don't at me in your mentions Don't know why you tweakin', girl, you know these niggas tricky It's Laii Dy'or hoes, stop playin' like you bitches can never In the club, VIP, drippin' money sauce Ice on my chest, blingin' like a shiny star Givenchy my neck, Fendi my toes New Birkin bag, icy bitch, colder than snow Hoes try to copy, just like they my clones bars is too crazy, don't play with my flow Aimin' for the top on my way to the throne Baddest bitch in the city, ain't nobody fuckin With me Made it out the mud, I ain't have a trap Fell in love with money, watch them dollars stack I can spend a bag and then get it back Say you want your mans, come and get him back Bitch is blaque Fuckin' with this nigga, yeah, he got them racks I'ma spend his last and watch my stack, then show him how to act Penitentiary nigga in that cell, I told him, here my jack Damn, this nigga really got some pipe, he must be sellin' crack I be quick to run a nigga crazy, I ain't talkin' track Told Laii, if she wanna slide, yeah, we can handle that I'ma show these bitches how to brag, wait till I get back They be lookin' at me, stankin' mad, so I'ma shake my ass Throw my inches on bitches, he itchin' to get a feelin I tease him, I make him spend it, I told him, I need a Pendant I don't like bitches in my face, so they 50-50 Yeah, these hoes better tighten up, cause we comin' with it I be tryin' to make friends, but these hoes think I'm bougie He say it's gettin' hot in here, he wanna lick my jacuzzi I came a long way from coochi, now I drop bags on some Gucci Bitch, I'm on top, and you can't move me, man, my life been a movie Made it out the hood, I ain't have the trap Fell in love with money, watch them dollars stack I can spend a bag and then get it back Say she want her man come and get him back