[Verse 1: Lola Monroe]
Okay, hopped up out the brinks truck in giuseppe's and a ski mask
I’m the bate when niggas fishin’ i ain't talkin’ bout no sea bass
See past, you dry coochie bitches that be hatin’
I’m in meetings dictatin’ what country to place my estate in
Big bodied benz colour purple no harpo
Top chopped off Celie guts cold charcoal
Ya style, bull
I’m the the one like Derrick Rose
My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows
The last, breed of a bad cunt
They passed, you, what i passed up
You’se a little girl to me i can mold you like Play Doh
Straight jacket swag vintage style don’t play ho
[Hook]
He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis
Roll’em up some doobies
Might lace’em up in some Guccis
And i go harder than ten Compton bitches
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches
(stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches)
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches
(stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches)
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches

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