COMPLEX - Chanel Lyrics

I might pick you up
Don't like your attitude, drop you back off
I'm not with all the fussing, cussing
Save that shit til you get home
I'm not your baby muva
Got no reason to keep you around
So I don't like that shit you on
I take you back to that bitch town
These niggas think they worth it
Let me be the first to say
Y'all ain't shit, I ain't impressed
And nah, you can't see me today
Show me something
All them words you talk, can't get nowhere with me
Better contemplate your approach
Fore you think to step to me
Just don't get it
Tell me why these niggas think they can relax
Gotta come a little harder
To make me come out my pants
I don't care about your Gucci belt or hat
Boy, you is whack
Think designer get your dick wet
Boy, design some f*cking mac
Sad, I got more game than niggas
I pull bitches like a splinter
Took your girl, she came like sprinters
In this world gotta have riches
Know the game, increase your figures
Network, do some business
By all means, make pockets bigger
Broke and me, that ain't no mixture
Guaranteed that I'm a winner
Put me in the ring, I'm winning
Picture me on top, just sitting
In the sky, ain't got no limits
Nine plus one, that's my appearance
Not the one, never get nearest
Smart as hell, yeah, I got brilliance
Never scared, baby, I'm fearless
You try me, and you'll go missing
Whoop you first, like Mommy Dearest
Dump the body with the fishes
Then we dip, and say good riddance
No seconds to waste or minutes
In my prime my grammy's nearing
Won't see me stuck in no prison
Never let them break my spirit
Plex is whack, you'll never hear it
And yeah, I'm bout my business
Believe that I'm a get it
Believe, no cap, no fitted
All I gotta do is hear it, then I get to bussing lyrics
Making music for a living
Shit is easy, that's a given
Make a killing
Least a million
Least a billion
Know y'all feel this
I'm just trynn take my family from the bottom to the ceiling
Buy some cars, a place to live in
Shoes galore, outfits to chill in
But you know I'm never chillen
I'm a menace, hang w/ Dennis
And f*ck up some shit like children
I f*ck anyone I'm feeling
Could be you, or you, or him
And it still ain't no competition
I'm a dove, y'all bitches pigeons
I'm the stuff, y'all got no filling
Ain't no bluff, bitch, I could steal him
Don't tempt me, 'cause I won't feel shit
Only reason he came back to you
'Cause I said no, he asked I do
I'm not rey get married
'Cause I'll have too much money to lose
I'm not rey get married
'Cause my trust f*cked up, and I keep tools
So if I have to kill a nigga
Then I just might make the news
Here is a reminder why you should not f*ck with me
I could make you disappear
And honey, I ain't Houdini
I'm a trip, a little weird
And I look good in bikinis
Just put the money on the table, and I'll work
Where you need me