Steppin' On Bees

I walk in the booth and start steppin' on bees These bitches are trippin they don't know I'm P I'm leveling up you ain't even with me I throw the AP on you know it ain't cheep Uh Look at me Touch on me Bet your lil bro wanna f*ck on me He put his cash and his trust in me I live this lavish life comfortably Ooo ooo Now he in love with the crew He textin me callin me boo But I ain't in the mood I step in and drop cash on it Foreign whips with no tags on it No seat belt bitch I'm in the mood Four drinks yeah and I'm gettin loose Light you up I won't blow a fuse Don't come around here with that attitude When I walk by your man I know who he choose It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude I ain't into cappin I'm tellin the truth This pricy Sis bite me Can't put a price tag on me Got Dolce all over my body All over my body You don't know shit about money But I'm over here whipping a rari I'm in Turks yeah sippin Bacardi On a yacht cause my life is party Back to back with the hits like Cardi Bless these hoes but I don't say sorry Caviar with the calamari Matches well with the money on me Look at my wrist Look at my fit You jealous bitch You ain't on shit