Oh...
Freda
Yeah
Why're they mean?
Yo
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Keep on hating
U a motherf*cking
MEAN bitch
In a battle with me
U gon f*cking
LOOSE bitch
Want a Lambo, Ducati
A house on the beach
HOLD UP
I can actually afford it
Got my bag and I got them
Fake asses & boobs
Popping like a balloon
But that ain't my business
Got Weezy beside me
Can't nobody touch me
In my Maserati
Er'thing a bling bling
Keep on doubting
My potential
They keep rolling with the basics
While I'm cashing out Dineros
Wondering why I'm
Super lit
Super fly
Super rich
Super fine
Super shine
In the sky
So so high
Minnesota Queen
I'm that bitch
With a ring
Pricy bling
It's my time
Never gonna let u put my lights out
Bright Lights
In yo face
Get outta ma way
Wooooo wooooo
Freda
Watch how u say ma name
Respect
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Hakuna Matata
I'm the Queen and the Mater
These bitches are my students
Better sit down and listen
These men tryna turn me to a
Taylor Swift
Recognize
I'm the motherf*cking savage
Stay outta ma business
Testing me
Now that's tragic
Bitch u want him
I got him
Now u mad and u salty
Smearing ma name on dumb shit
U cannot hang with us
Gardening in Dior
'Bout to call ur baby daddy
U's a fraud Bitch
U a troll
But I ain't talking 'bout
Princess Poppy
Don't u add me on Facebook
Get da f*ck out ma DM
Never do it for the Gram
I'm that bitch 100
Got a milli in the bank and
I ain't done with the hustle
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Freda - Mater Lyrics
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Oh...
Freda
Yeah
Why're they mean?
Yo
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Keep on hating
U a motherf*cking
MEAN bitch
In a battle with me
U gon f*cking
LOOSE bitch
Want a Lambo, Ducati
A house on the beach
HOLD UP
I can actually afford it
Got my bag and I got them
Fake asses & boobs
Popping like a balloon
But that ain't my business
Got Weezy beside me
Can't nobody touch me
In my Maserati
Er'thing a bling bling
Keep on doubting
My potential
They keep rolling with the basics
While I'm cashing out Dineros
Wondering why I'm
Super lit
Super fly
Super rich
Super fine
Super shine
In the sky
So so high
Minnesota Queen
I'm that bitch
With a ring
Pricy bling
It's my time
Never gonna let u put my lights out
Bright Lights
In yo face
Get outta ma way
Wooooo wooooo
Freda
Watch how u say ma name
Respect
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Hakuna Matata
I'm the Queen and the Mater
These bitches are my students
Better sit down and listen
These men tryna turn me to a
Taylor Swift
Recognize
I'm the motherf*cking savage
Stay outta ma business
Testing me
Now that's tragic
Bitch u want him
I got him
Now u mad and u salty
Smearing ma name on dumb shit
U cannot hang with us
Gardening in Dior
'Bout to call ur baby daddy
U's a fraud Bitch
U a troll
But I ain't talking 'bout
Princess Poppy
Don't u add me on Facebook
Get da f*ck out ma DM
Never do it for the Gram
I'm that bitch 100
Got a milli in the bank and
I ain't done with the hustle
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Freda
Yeah
Why're they mean?
Yo
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Keep on hating
U a motherf*cking
MEAN bitch
In a battle with me
U gon f*cking
LOOSE bitch
Want a Lambo, Ducati
A house on the beach
HOLD UP
I can actually afford it
Got my bag and I got them
Fake asses & boobs
Popping like a balloon
But that ain't my business
Got Weezy beside me
Can't nobody touch me
In my Maserati
Er'thing a bling bling
Keep on doubting
My potential
They keep rolling with the basics
While I'm cashing out Dineros
Wondering why I'm
Super lit
Super fly
Super rich
Super fine
Super shine
In the sky
So so high
Minnesota Queen
I'm that bitch
With a ring
Pricy bling
It's my time
Never gonna let u put my lights out
Bright Lights
In yo face
Get outta ma way
Wooooo wooooo
Freda
Watch how u say ma name
Respect
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Hakuna Matata
I'm the Queen and the Mater
These bitches are my students
Better sit down and listen
These men tryna turn me to a
Taylor Swift
Recognize
I'm the motherf*cking savage
Stay outta ma business
Testing me
Now that's tragic
Bitch u want him
I got him
Now u mad and u salty
Smearing ma name on dumb shit
U cannot hang with us
Gardening in Dior
'Bout to call ur baby daddy
U's a fraud Bitch
U a troll
But I ain't talking 'bout
Princess Poppy
Don't u add me on Facebook
Get da f*ck out ma DM
Never do it for the Gram
I'm that bitch 100
Got a milli in the bank and
I ain't done with the hustle
Let's talk about it (Why u mad)
Let's get on with it (U still mad)
Haters keep hating
We be bagging it up
From Monday thru Thursday
Call ma girls up on Friday
Then we f*ck up the weekend
We be balling in Louis
U trashy, we classy
U feisty, we icy
These bitches stay mad
They hungry, they thirsty
Poke their nose like Pinocchio
While we pull up in Rolls Royce
Writer: Freda Steffl
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid