Lyrics

All these lil bitches need to stay up out my mix Every time they see me out all my diamonds make 'em sick Yea I'm still servin' they know I'm a pharmacist I got tree I got wax I got shrooms I got bricks Don't be on a budget cause my weed not cheap I don't want no boring friends I stay lookin for the freaks Bad bitches fuck wit me They keep me on repeat All these people wanna be me tryna study my technique Bitches lookin bitter I be doin' better Countin' up sum figures Smokin' on that Pressure Hoppin' out the sprinter Everything leather Always been a winner I ain't fuckin' wit no beggar All these lil bitches need to stay up out my mix Every time they see me out all my diamonds make 'em sick Yea I'm still servin' they know I'm a pharmacist I got tree I got wax I got shrooms I got bricks I don't gotta flex on hoes they go notice I ain't choose this life lil bitch I was chosen In and out the bank now they think my money stolen Weighing so much pack got the fuckin' scale broken Big boss bitch so the opps be so jealous I'ma keep eating that why this hoes anorexic Ain't no falling off cause I'm way too connected What I spent on my necklace is what I made before breakfast
Writer(s): Christopher Chris Gomez, Mark Christopher Jr Hardin, Ariel Angeleic Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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