Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PettyWap, artist - Young M.A. Album song Herstory in the Making, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Record label: 3D, m.a
Song language: English
PettyWap |
Uh, bag-flippin', cash-trippin', pull up |
Beat the block like a ass whoopin' |
Stash box, keep the smashing, racks in it |
Bought that bitch a Fashion Nova dress just to see her ass in it |
Twerk for my Instagram |
She just got a hundred missed calls, it’s her man, damn |
Oh that’s your nigga now, huh? |
Said you wasn’t with him, now you with him now, huh? |
Things different now, huh? |
You committed now, huh? |
Guess I can’t hit it how I hit now, huh? |
Well hit me when ya nigga ain’t around |
There’s money to be made bitch, I won’t wait around |
I flex on her for fun, but I do not play around |
«S"on my chest and I keep a cape around |
Gang gang with me, yeah I keep like eight around |
Even when you think they ain’t around, they around |
Woah, woah, woah, we ain’t playing fair |
Oh no, no, you don’t want to take it there |
Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinking chair |
This chip is on my shoulder and it’s stayin' there |
'Cause I been through a lot of bull |
And they can’t stand me 'cause I’m misunderstood |
And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good |
Ya girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook |
Used to get the works from my cousin, WupWup |
Where the foul, free the guys out the woop woop |
Teacher said you’ll never make it |
Turn my textbook to a checkbook |
I put food on the table |
And I did that without a cookbook |
I’m rich and they fucking hate it |
And while they looking mad, I’m just looking good |
Ay, I feel like flexin' |
Bitch just call my phone, don’t feel like texting |
My Louis clothes that’s French, that’s what I’m dressed in |
Dior my cologne, she said my scent is her obsession |
I became possessive, soon as the money came in my possession |
I’m selfish, no question |
My alarm is set to every second, no restin' |
My haters spend a lot of time with me, I’m they bestfriend |
I’m they bestfriend |
Go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend |
Aye, teacher said you’ll never make it |
Turn my textbook to a checkbook |
I put food on the table |
And I did that without a cookbook |
I’m rich and they fucking hate it |
And while they looking mad, I’m just looking good |
Huh, aye, and while they looking mad, I’m just looking good |