Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Only the Beginning , by - Brianna Perry. Release date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Only the Beginning |
| Cheeze |
| Look |
| Look |
| Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
| Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
| Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
| Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
| I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
| My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
| These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
| Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
| I bring that heat to your city |
| These bitches hatin' 'cause I get it |
| Don’t fuck with hoes, I ain’t with it |
| Snatch the top off of the Bentley, let them bitches see who winnin', yeah |
| Stunt on all them bitches now, poppin' like a collar now |
| Gucci runners drippin', I got snakes all on my collar now |
| Fuck it, pop a bottle now, fuck it, I’m a model now |
| Catch your nigga lookin', bitch, you’re lucky I don’t holler now |
| G5, I’m goin' live, yeah |
| Homicide when I’m with the guy, yeah |
| I’m rockin' shorts, I’m showin' my thigh |
| I got the city on my back, bitch, 305 |
| Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
| Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
| Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
| Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
| I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
| My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
| These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
| Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
| Hop in, spend a dollar, fuck a check up in Prada |
| Pop a nigga like a bottle if we’re havin' some problems |
| Cut you up like a barber |
| Switchin' lanes down Biscayne |
| Hit the gas on 'em, full throttle |
| Perfect timin' on 'em, look how I’m shinin' on 'em |
| Check out my watch, look how I’m glistenin' when them diamond on 'em |
| Hope you shy, shut it down, I ain’t fuckin' 'round |
| I pop up on you at the Grammys, have your goofy ass down |
| Brand new Lamborghini, top off, in my bikini |
| Disappear like a genie, come and check with the gang |
| Chanel boots in the rain, triple Balmain |
| Powder pink, don’t come through, hoggin' the lane |
| Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
| Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
| Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
| Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
| I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
| My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
| These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
| Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
| This only the beginning |
| You now this only the beginning |
| You know this only the beginning, man |
| Brianna Perry, fat checks |
| Got all these racks in my pocket, man |