Lyrics

My wrist game cold My money been old Ima bad bitch, so I'm ya girlfriend goals My wrist game cold My money been old Ima bad bitch, so I'm ya girlfriend goals I been getting money I swear that I'm getting it Been getting chose cause they know that I'm pretty I'm so sadity I keep me a nigga with money a milli Raised in the country, but style from the city I ain't never not had a big bank Keep a nice whip on a full tank Never kissed ass got big rank Put me in the booth, Ima straight blank Keep a white tee and some black spanks Took a couple Ls, then I ben franked Took a couple swims, I ain't never sank Real small waist like I do planks, I'm doing everything that ya girl can't I'm everything baby that ya girl ain't Make em do it for me like I'm lil saint He buy me what I want, I just say thanks My wrist game cold My money been old Ima bad bitch, so I'm ya girlfriends goals Baddies, Pose Throw it up, woah Baddie pose Throw it up woah Bitch Stop playin I'm fresh Keep it a hunnid I'm blessed I always do more and I never do less Working from home and I never get rest Cause when you be sleeping I'm getting a check, And when you wake up I'm already on set You not talking business Just send me a text You not fucking with me You might be an ex Just give me some space I want me some peace so I can't let you up in my face So stay in yo place Cause you is a regular baby I'm not in yo lane I'm getting to the change And when I go missing I'm probably somewhere on a plane I never explain cause I am that bitch And I promise we are not the same My wrist game cold My money been old Ima bad bitch, so I'm ya girlfriend goals Baddies, Pose Throw it up, woah Baddies pose Throw it up woah Bitch
Writer(s): Fredaysha Fluker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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