I Am She

You bitches thought I was go come off you bitches neck huh You thought I was go let you have one up on me huh But yawl forgot I am she , I am she U got a problem Den go chase yo nigga I'm stacking my paper So don't get it twisted U trippin over dick Got u all up in yo feelings Believe me or not It won't make no difference I got money I'm ready to blow Got haters coming at my neck Like whoa Ain't got a problem But I'm ready to go The gun on my hip To connect to soul You go a problem Den Go get a bag Trippin over a nigga Dat u neva really had F*ck the dum shit I'll rather count my cash To many bum Just be mad Over one nigga Dat I already had Speak on my name Usher u got it bad Wanna be me Hoe dats to bad It's only one me Ull be kissin my ass Bitch U got a problem Den go chase yo nigga I'm stacking my paper So don't get it twisted U trippin over dick Got u all up in yo feelings Believe me or not It won't make no difference I got money I'm ready to blow Got haters coming at my neck Like whoa Ain't got a problem But I'm ready to go The gun on my hip To connect to soul U wanna trip U can be stupid I got a strap And ready to use it Don't fumble ya bag U already losin Competing with me Yea u already blew it Hittas on my squad And We ready to do em Over a nigga Dats steady be choice Sleeping on my name Newspaper be blooming Read ya article front page Cuz I do em Bitch