BANDZ IN OUR PURSE

I got a hunnid bands in my–

Band up in my fuckin' purse
Big boss bitch, I get to work
Pop out in a miniskirt
Lil sexy bitch, I never flirt
Hunnid bands inside my panty
Put his hand right in my panty
Tuck my Glock, it's in my panty
Hunnid bands inside my panty

Wanna see me count a rack?
Skinny bitch, my wallet fat
If they flop, then call it that
I'm a girl, so hollaback
Nerdy bitch, but I can rap
Dirty bitch, they toss her back
I'm a boss and that's a fact
My bitches wolves, we in a pack

Band in my purse
Band in my purse (what?)
B-band in my purse
Its a hunnid bands in my purse
I got Rick Owens, with the jeans on
Evil beat, it's a mean song
Bad bitches in a black truck, in the back seat, with they tees on
Messy beat with a sick flow (what?)
Slim bitch, kinda thick though (what?)
Y'all know I'm a tranny bitch, they love ridin' on my dick, ho
Bad bitch want a pic, ho
Banjee bitches with a big pole
Stay ridin' with the cute bitches, who deep down get evil

Band up in my fuckin' purse
Don't give a fuck 'bout pussy bitches
I'm a boss bitch, I'ma get to work
Hunnid bands, I'm countin' riches
I'ma pop out in a miniskirt, swim in tanks with all the fishes
I'm a sexy ho, I never flirt
Everyone know I'm delicious
Pop a motherfuckin' perc
Bitch, I rap so hard it start to hurt
When I'm passin' by, they start to skrrt
I live my life with no regrets
I'ma pack the motherfuckin' bong– hit it in the studio
Do likes up in the fuckin' stall
Do hear me on the radio?
When they play my motherfuckin' sound
Bitch, I'm smoking cigs all day and it's
Marlboro Red, it's always long
Freaked out like a freaker bitch
She pullin' on my fuckin' thong
Bitch, I'm tweaking like a tweaker bitch (get it, bitch)
Steal some pills, I pop 'em all
(Hunnid bands in my)

Whippin' it like Harriet
Slappin' ass like Chariot
This money, bitch, I married it
Keep talkin', bitch, you a scary bitch
Still broke and lame, get paid already
Doin' him dirty, I'm doin' him bad
Sit on yo phone, yo music ass
Bitch, tell 'em that you smoke glass
Ugh, ew, nigga
A little famous, but not yet
The industry ain't ready yet
Cherry putting bitches down all to bed
Spanish papi, my Cuban links
Sip and paint, give me more drinks
My girls poppin', we never late
Don't get popped, I wear 10 rings

The Ooze bitch can't do this
My titties big, like Zepkins
Make bank bigger than Texas
I ain't chicken, my breast is
I got the tea and I got the dough
Glock fa', then some more
I'm gooned out, I'm a freaky ho
I talk shit and I make money
My jeans stitched, True Religion, ho (nigga)