Lyrics
Though I try to forget, it just can't be done
Each time the doorbell rings, I still run
I don't know how in the world to stop thinking of him
Cause I still love him so
I end each day the way I start out
Crying my heart out
This face, cash, it's real
This body, ass, it's real
And all this humming gon' pay all the bills
Please tell that broke boy he better chill
He think he so fly but he ain't even that high
I thought that lil' boy he should know
Your bitches is weak, you ain't getting to me
Little ho, this is my pedestal
He likes the way my ass sits YES!
He likes the way my inches swing YES!
costed him a Benz and a flight home in a jet
I block this number cause I got it like that
I know he's gonna chase for a taste of this good
I'm a bad bitch, stay locked in as I should
bougie bitch, this ain't no Howard shit
rude boy, I'm on my Rihanna shit
I work 9 to 5 nigga, I earned this check
I'm good on my own, I don't need your baguettes
Don't play with me cause you're going to regret
can't keep no other nigga cause I'm tatted on your chest
I ain't never been in type to wanna join a clique
And I ain't never been in type to struggle over dick
And if that boy ain't spending then of course I'm over it
I'm a melanated king so I don't argue over shit
These Facebook bitches be weird and they're corny
These weak ass niggas keep fixing to start with me
And these wanna be a star ass bitches reporting me
Don't wanna like a flick but they keeping a score on me
You bitches is weird, you niggas obsessed
You bitches the definition of what it means to be pressed
If you really want the smoke you can pull up bitch I'm here
You can act like you the queen but there's no way you compare
This face, cash, it's real
This body, ass, it's real
And all this humming gone pay all the bills
Please tell that broke boy he better chill
He think he so fly but he ain't even that high
I thought that lil boy he should know
You bitches is weak, you ain't getting to me
Little ho, this is my pedestal
Christopher Bell
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