You do what they do 'cause you can't fit in Wait, hold up, woah Flo Milli, Flo Milli
You do what they do 'cause you can't fit in (Oh) I do what I want 'cause I know who I am (I'm poppin') I twerked on him, now he think I'm a dancer (Yeah) No hair like my pussy got cancer And it didn't get no chemo, wet as fuck I call it Nemo (It's drippin') Scarin' bitches like I'm Debo You really don't want no smoke We all know that you a ho (A bitch) I'm not a thug, I don't be in these streets But if you pull up, you gon' feel this heat (Boom) Who the hell would I be if I let you disrespect me? Why do niggas wanna test me? People talkin' but they messy (Shut the fuck up) She want beef so I'm eating my veggies Don't need practice, I'm ready Flow so sick that's it's deadly (Huh, yeah) (Flo Milli, Flo Milli) I'm a five star, no Patrick (Haha) Hunnid dollar bills under my mattress Bitch, you a actress, you need to stop (Girl, you need to cut it) I'm on the stairwell, headed to the stop Shout out to Gates, bitch, we don't get tired (Hell no) Constantly working, 365 I sleep my demons off, I am alive Don't ever lose faith, just put your trust in God (That way) I'm on my grind All I wanna do is get some money But it feel like the paper is runnin' from me If you don't like me, get a stool and get over it Respect the fact that I'm chosen To these lame hoes, I'm the coldest (Yeah) They be bitin' my swag like a rodent Girl, I'm the best and you know it You ain't real, I'm exposin' If you talkin' shit, hope you can back it up 'Cause I'on give no mercy when it's time to buck And you hoes mad 'cause I'm poppin' Step back, you know how I'm comin', don't stop me (That way) Stay in your lane like a parent at carpool Me and my bitches will do you Pop yo' ass like yo' mama do Keep on talkin' shit, my boyfriend, he will introduce you to his tool (Grra, grra) You haters, just get out my way I'm on a mission, I ain't come here to play Competition, I eat 'em up like steak I been a savage since the first grade (21, 21) I'm just warmin' up like a propane Don't approach me if you ain't got no game Sole ass, you are such a lame (Okay, okay) Hand me that money, just keep me the fame That bitch, she mad 'cause I'm winning (Aha) Mumblin' shit but can't say it like a real bitch (Speak with your chest) Hatin' hoes, I don't fuck with those but they stay on my dick like they horny I know you think that you funny but all your jokes are mad corny Why you keep coming for me? Bitch, you like like dumb like Dory (Where's Nemo?) I stole your man, let you tell the story (He mine, he mine) Mama never taught me how to be a hater You always mad, bitch, go get you some paper (Where your money at?) Ugly bitch with a miserable life I'm doin' sum' right 'cause I got a type Never let a punk bitch try you twice Girl, be direct, do you wanna fight? You ain't 'bout all that shit that you talking I'll leave your ass with a limp when you walking (Damn, damn, damn) That way, Lil' bitty whore (Damn, damn, damn) Don't speak on my name anymore She suckin' dick, now she got a sore Gassed up, I'm fallin' on the floor If you ain't talkin' money then there's the door
And ain't no hook on this beat (Wait, hold up, wait, wait) I just talk my shit then I leave, yeah Ain't no hook on this beat (Hold up, woah) (Hold up, woah) Ain't no hook on this beat Flo Milli, Flo MilliTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
