Thin Ice

I think you better quit talkin' that shit
It's all about the he say, she say bullshit
(Buddah bless this beat) yeah
What?

I'm back in that mode again
I'm outside fuckin' these hoes again (what?)
I'm viral as fuck, I bet you it's Tina whenever you scroll again, ayy
I post a pic of the ass, guess who's on my phone again? (What?)
He say I'm his baby, I told him: Abort it
Put me to the test, I got multiple choices
In my garage is multiple horses
[Hoe I'm awake?], I'm so fucking gorgeous
That ain't my ball, okay? (Okay)
I splat and then pass it to y'all, okay? (Okay?)
We just be up in the mall, okay? (Okay?)
I kill her then let her respond, okay? (Okay?)
Pink diamonds and nails, huh, bitch, I'm feelin' like Elle Woods
When I turn my bundles Frank White, I know this work gon' sell good (good)
Nigga, I'm feelin like Goldie, your ho overly going
Bitch, they call me Tina Montana, I come in the club, it's snowing
The pussy is water, okay?
He fucking me thinking that I'm finna make him a father, but, nigga, I'm smarter, okay? (Okay?)
You been a ho since the day you came out your mama
In love with my body, okay? (Okay)
The ho you fuck raw is a [?], I'm a [?]
In love with my waist, okay?
I'd rather just ride on your face, okay? (Okay? Aww, what?)
Bitches be thinkin' they doin' their big one, nobody set was gagged
I'm shittin' on hoes in jeans and a t-shirt, croc, Himalayan bag
One foot on the gas, one foot in they ass
I'm gettin' some head, one [?] on the dash
He put on the glove but don't ever last
[?] like that bitch in a cast
I'm sick of these apps, sick of these men
You hatin' but look who you watchin' again
Whatever you say, I'm outta your way
Nobody thinkin' 'bout you over here
I'm Black and I'm proud, the skin James Brown
The body is smokin', no black and mild
I need me a girlfriend like Toni Childs
We live in our t-shirts, goin' wild, yeah (yeah)
I woke up sexy as fuck
The first thing I did was check my account
Last thing on my mind was a nigga
I'm in couture, you in the store
My body is ripped, you know I tore
I don't get even, I up the score
I show up and ball, my Gucci is gorgeous
My hair to the floor, I don't have no pores
A real rich bitch never touch a door
I got my waist on Amanda Lepore
I got my titties sittin' up in Dior
Finna go [?]
All eyes on me, I feel like Shakur
If you love Tina, get ready for tour
I'm shakin' this ass all over the world, baow (what?)

One thing you hoes gon' stop doin', hm
Is comparing yourselves to a bitch like me, (yeah, brrt)
I think you better quit talkin' that shit
It's all about the he say, she say bullshit