[Verse 1] Okay, last week we was eatin' peanut butter jelly (Damn) Then I hit a lick, now we countin' Benjamellys (Okay) Met him in the telly, doin' whatever he let me I got love for my nigga like I'm Tionne off of Belly (Mwah) Everybody thinkin' bad bitches got it easy Well not the young ones on the grind gettin' greazy Last week, I had to make a hunnid dollars stretch Every motherfuckin' night, I was eatin' cheese eggs (Okay) Bitches tell stories 'cause these whores don't know me (Don't know me) See me by myself and got to trippin wit' your homie I bet if you touch me, you go missin' like you Dory (Like you Dory) Bitch, that's why your nigga wanna kick it wit' the horsey Uh-oh, I ain't never ran from a ho (Ran from a ho) But I never let a bitch get a stain on my clothes (No-oh) Ridin' with my hands in the air Got your nigga on the side with his fingers in my ooh, yeah, yeah Just bought a fifth of the Henn' (Fifth of the Henn') Pocket full of white man named Benjamin (Named Benjamin) Lookin' for a hot boy with some fine friends (With some fine friends) And your baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend [Chorus] Bitch, I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (For them eyes) Bad red head, make your whole clique lose it Boy, I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston Bitch, I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy) (H-Town, H-Town, H-Town, yeah) Bitch, I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy, 7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2)
[Verse 2] Okay, last week shit was kinda bad (Bad) I be goin' missin' when I'm tryna get a bag (Yeah) I ain't got no time for no nigga tryna nag 'Cause I'm in love with my money like my name Mr. Krabs (Like my name Mr. Krabs) And I got the winnin' ticket, middle finger to them niggas and them bitches You was wishin' that I'd stay slippin', throwin' all them peelings You was dissin', you ain't see the vision, like your eyes was Christian Tryna curse me, I just pray to God they keep the devil off me Stalli don't bend or fold for no ho Don't give convo to those I don't know Niggas try to play me close to get my info Only time I disclose is when I disrobe Never gave a fuck (Fuck), never gave a damn (Damn) And I'ma keep on grindin' till these hoes know who I am And I will come and take you for a hold of my hand And bitch, I best not catch you lookin' at my fuckin' man (What?) And when I'm with my crew (Crew), just be cool (Cool) Unless you wanna see some real bitches act a fool (Real bitches act a fool) And when I walk by (By), niggas just sty They only make 'em like this on the Southside
[Chorus] Bitch, I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (For them eyes) Bad red head, make your whole clique lose it Boy, I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston Bitch, I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy) (H-Town, H-Town, H-Town, yeah) Bitch, I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy, 7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2)
[Verse 3] Sippin' on mimosa while he lick on my panocha (Ahh) Collar round his neck that say, "Thee Stallion" 'cause I own him Haters never see me, I ain't hangin' where it's local (Hangin' where it's local) Drink my Henny outta china, black and boujee like I'm Oprah Stallion for president, snatchin' all the brethren (All the brethren) Foot up in a rap bitch ass without no lubricant She boring, I ain't hearing it (Nope), who the fuck is hyping this? (Who?) There's something off about her like she missin' some ingredients (Ugh) I'm sexual, no deviant, I like my man obedient (I like my man obedient) Don't want it missionary 'cause that's boring, I need freaky shit Walk up in the house and bust a pipe, get it leakin' shit All up on my booty while you do me on some pinky shit Yes, I got big breasts, so I like to say shit wit' my chest And I'm not sayin' I'm not humble, I just feel like I'm the best Who's my competition? It's like all y'all the same bitch And y'all be beefin', I'm a vegan, stupid bitches make me itch And I keep me a full set, I keep something nice around my neck I keep a box around your nigga 'cause I keep his ass in check Now I'm done with being broke so don't get mad if I ain't spoke Bitch, I'm chillin' out in Houston, come and see me if you want (Ah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
