This goes out to all y'all tuned in
The hotties, the secret hotties (what Juicy say? He be like)
All you motherf*ckers ("Shut the f*ck up")
Talk about something y'all like, stop talkin' 'bout me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way broke bitches coming for me, know it gotta be free
But I get paid when I show up
Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em
Everything I do keep another bitch talking
Watching my back 'cause these dudes be stalking
Watching my plate got these broke hoes starving
Damn, you hoes hate me
Ridin' dick so hard, havin' babies
Y'all bitches so ugh, stop it
Making everything but a deposit, yeah
Killin' bitches, send 'em to the Gulag
Hot girl shit, never let 'em cool off
Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll
Backshots, balcony, we don't care who saw
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain't nothin' like none of these average hoes
"'Cause I f*cking want to," if they ask me, "why?"
I'm from the Southside, niggas can't make me cry (ah)
Nigga, this head game lethal
Use my tongue, put thread through a needle
Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels
Keep a pussy ho real tight like a kegal (yeah)
Self-esteem high, bank account full
Hoes goin' blind tryna look at my jewels
Ass real fat and my pussy gets chewed
If I worried 'bout the hate, I'd be a damn fool (fool)
If I was worried 'bout y'all niggas
How y'all be worried about me, I'd be f*cked up too
Ayy, your Instagram account seeing more interactions
Than your bank account seeing any transactions
Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing
I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction
Why? I'm way too player
Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer
Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Bitch, I'm 'bout my money
Pussy out when I'm feelin' real cunty
He like 'em thick with the accent country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I'll walk the soul out you like some tennis shoes
I'm finna bust that pussy wide like ten-and-two
I got a nigga, but I find some of you bitches cute
Cut the convo short, f*ck an interview
I wanna show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo
I got these niggas blushin', lookin' like they Pikachu
I'm the hot girl, feelin' like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (ah)
Real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit, ah
Megan Thee Stallion - Something for Thee Hotties Album Lyrics
Megan Thee Stallion - Something for Thee Hotties Lyrics
- Tuned In Freestyle
- Megan Monday Freestyle
- Trippy Skit
- South Side Forever Freestyle
- Outta Town Freestyle
- Megans Piano
- VickeeLo and DinoBtw Skit
- Eat It
- All Of It
- Warning
- Kitty Kat
- Tina Snow Interlude
- Gods Favorite
- Let Me See It
- Opposite Day
- Freakend
- Bae Goals
- Pipe Up
- Bless The Booth Freestyle
- Thot Shit
- To Thee Hotties
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BLINKY BLINK MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BLINKY BLINK MUSIC
Megan Monday Freestyle
Real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit, ah
Still runnin' through the mall with your motherf*ckin' daddy
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
I'm a hot girl, I don't do titles
If I do date, it'll be Michael
Keep shit spicy (spicy)
Yellow bone chick look like Kehlani
Freak in the sheets, freak on the beats
Niggas been hooked since "Big Ole Freak"
I realized that I was the shit when R&B niggas wanna start rap beef
These niggas ain't got no name on 'em
Wish these hoes stop tryna put claim on 'em
He come around me, get game on him
If he on go then I already came on him
These new hoes sound like my mixtape
Bitches love saying my name like it's clickbait
I don't take shit if it come with conditions
I don't rock shit if it come in his name
I'm not your bed or your couch so don't sleep on me
Look like a lick then I'm puttin' the freak on him
All of these niggas is beggin' to hang
'Cause my bitch a Young Thug and I am the Rich Homie
Boy, I ain't finna read all that text
Don't know what it said, but I sent, "That's a bet"
Lately, my patience been getting real low
Lately, I feel like I need my respect
It was the money for me, ayy, he gon' go dummy for me, ayy
He ain't that cute, but he could dress, it's the Patek for me, ayy
It was the knees for him, hmm, the way that it squeeze for him, ayy
He done f*cked a whole lotta bitches, but it was the me for him, ayy
Y'all wanna take me out so bad, I make all of y'all hoes so mad
Hoes went and bought them big-ass teeth
Even y'all smiles still goin' out sad
Hoes got jokes, but don't ever wanna stand up
Hoes got balls, but you know I got handles
Damn, I must be Olivia Pope
'Cause y'all keep puttin' me in all of these scandals
He wanna hit one more time, I ain't Britney
Don't need no closure, my diamonds got clarity
Tellin' his new bitch that he don't do Instagram
Really, he hate when he scroll and see pics of me
Like a new show, all these niggas is into me
Funny how besties turn into my enemies
I must be playin' peekaboo 'cause these hoes really can't see me, ah
Real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit
Real motherf*ckin' Megan Monday shit
The motherf*ckin' freestyle queen, the freestyle pro
Young Tina Snow for them hoes that ain't know, ah
Still runnin' through the mall with your motherf*ckin' daddy
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
I'm a hot girl, I don't do titles
If I do date, it'll be Michael
Keep shit spicy (spicy)
Yellow bone chick look like Kehlani
Freak in the sheets, freak on the beats
Niggas been hooked since "Big Ole Freak"
I realized that I was the shit when R&B niggas wanna start rap beef
These niggas ain't got no name on 'em
Wish these hoes stop tryna put claim on 'em
He come around me, get game on him
If he on go then I already came on him
These new hoes sound like my mixtape
Bitches love saying my name like it's clickbait
I don't take shit if it come with conditions
I don't rock shit if it come in his name
I'm not your bed or your couch so don't sleep on me
Look like a lick then I'm puttin' the freak on him
All of these niggas is beggin' to hang
'Cause my bitch a Young Thug and I am the Rich Homie
Boy, I ain't finna read all that text
Don't know what it said, but I sent, "That's a bet"
Lately, my patience been getting real low
Lately, I feel like I need my respect
It was the money for me, ayy, he gon' go dummy for me, ayy
He ain't that cute, but he could dress, it's the Patek for me, ayy
It was the knees for him, hmm, the way that it squeeze for him, ayy
He done f*cked a whole lotta bitches, but it was the me for him, ayy
Y'all wanna take me out so bad, I make all of y'all hoes so mad
Hoes went and bought them big-ass teeth
Even y'all smiles still goin' out sad
Hoes got jokes, but don't ever wanna stand up
Hoes got balls, but you know I got handles
Damn, I must be Olivia Pope
'Cause y'all keep puttin' me in all of these scandals
He wanna hit one more time, I ain't Britney
Don't need no closure, my diamonds got clarity
Tellin' his new bitch that he don't do Instagram
Really, he hate when he scroll and see pics of me
Like a new show, all these niggas is into me
Funny how besties turn into my enemies
I must be playin' peekaboo 'cause these hoes really can't see me, ah
Real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit
Real motherf*ckin' Megan Monday shit
The motherf*ckin' freestyle queen, the freestyle pro
Young Tina Snow for them hoes that ain't know, ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trippy Skit
We trippy, mane
It's ya boy Juicy J, y'all can't f*ck with Meg, man
Y'all can't f*ck with her
Here, hit this weed
Hit this weed, my nigga
'Cause you need to calm the f*ck down
That shit'll kill you
Ayy, man, but look, man, check this out
From 2021 to 2022, to be on
All we finna do is get more bags on top of more bags
Meg got businesses she opening
Popeyes done cut her a crazy check, that shit stupid
So I'm tellin' y'all, man
Verse Killer Music, her label comin' out
Man, shout out to my nigga T Farris, Lil Ju, the whole team, man
Let's get it, man, look here
I'ma hit this weed one more time
Bitch, smoke this
Y'all need to keep smokin' weed
Shut the f*ck up
It's ya boy Juicy J, y'all can't f*ck with Meg, man
Y'all can't f*ck with her
Here, hit this weed
Hit this weed, my nigga
'Cause you need to calm the f*ck down
That shit'll kill you
Ayy, man, but look, man, check this out
From 2021 to 2022, to be on
All we finna do is get more bags on top of more bags
Meg got businesses she opening
Popeyes done cut her a crazy check, that shit stupid
So I'm tellin' y'all, man
Verse Killer Music, her label comin' out
Man, shout out to my nigga T Farris, Lil Ju, the whole team, man
Let's get it, man, look here
I'ma hit this weed one more time
Bitch, smoke this
Y'all need to keep smokin' weed
Shut the f*ck up
Writer: Megan Pete, Jordan Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
South Side Forever Freestyle
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up"
Ah
LilJuMadeDisBeat
Please, bitch, do not try to cap on me
Like I ain't the hottest out naturally
I go anywhere in my T-shirt and chain, ho, killin' shit casually
Like I ain't the hardest in Houston
Like bitches ain't hangin' to use me
Like niggas ain't beggin' to do me
From ballers to rappers, they bitches included, huh
Like I ain't the life of the party, hmm
Shit can't get started without me, huh
Like I ain't take over a season
The summer is Megan's, bitches ain't eatin', hmm
I bring the hood out a classy bitch
Out in Calabasas doing ratchet shit, hmm
Thumbin' through commas
Ain't worried 'bout comments, ho, I'm really havin' shit
Invite me, I'm bringin' the ghetto
I be with the ghetto, it's in me, I can't seem to let go
I'm goin' hard in this bitch, goin' hard for them kids
Doin' shit they ain't seen in the ghetto
I'm goin' hard for my mama, she knew I could do it
I pray every day just to prove it
I'm goin' hard for my granny, she want it, she have it
The hood goin' hard for Ms Paxton, huh
Megan can't do this and that, ha
They hate to see where I'm at, hmm
They wanna put me in beef, shit, them bitches ain't talkin' to me, huh
Southside shit forever, ho (Ayy)
Get a Brisk tea from the Texaco (Huh)
Rockin' booty shorts to the corner store (Baow)
Niggas still trappin' out a Baygo, huh
Haha, like, I can't even take half of you bitches seriously, like
Half of y'all don't know if y'all don't f*ck with me
Or if you wanna f*ck me, haha
F*ckin' bitches, ah
Man, I done took off, bitch, I'm outta here
I'm on a ship, outer space, I'm a rocketeer
You ain't in my league, bitch, please, you do not compare
In the rap game but I'm really playin' Solitaire
Even if we ever had the same dick before
Don't get confused, we are not the same ho
I don't give a f*ck what he did prior to me
Only thing that matter what he did when he knew me, ayy
Look at all this blue cheese (Ah)
Spent that on my jewelry (Hey, yeah)
He know I'm the whole coupe (Hmm, hmm)
She is just a two piece (Ha, ha)
First we were just f*cking, now that nigga love me (Ah, ah)
You need him for support, together, we make money (Ah)
Take the pussy out his mouth then put it back in
'Fore I walk through, niggas know I need the backend
Real hot girl, use the pussy like a weapon
Make him think he finna f*ck then never let him
Iced out, got the whole freezer on my neck
Hoes actin' petty but I got the new Patek
I ain't say it first but I'm better than the rest
Hoes throwin' shots but I stay with the vest
Hoes throwin' shots but I'm ducking like The Matrix
I ain't seen a bitch pop shit like me yet
Anything I ever seen you do is on the 'net
Every bar I spit hard so the beat erect
Hoes love to play with me until I let it eject
Stompin' hoes out in some shoes they ain't seen yet
Hoes love to sneak diss, yeah, bitch, I seen it
You ain't say it to me when you see me, you don't mean it, ah
Real f*ckin' hot girl shit
You know, Young Tina Snow still goin' hard on a ho, ah
Ah
LilJuMadeDisBeat
Please, bitch, do not try to cap on me
Like I ain't the hottest out naturally
I go anywhere in my T-shirt and chain, ho, killin' shit casually
Like I ain't the hardest in Houston
Like bitches ain't hangin' to use me
Like niggas ain't beggin' to do me
From ballers to rappers, they bitches included, huh
Like I ain't the life of the party, hmm
Shit can't get started without me, huh
Like I ain't take over a season
The summer is Megan's, bitches ain't eatin', hmm
I bring the hood out a classy bitch
Out in Calabasas doing ratchet shit, hmm
Thumbin' through commas
Ain't worried 'bout comments, ho, I'm really havin' shit
Invite me, I'm bringin' the ghetto
I be with the ghetto, it's in me, I can't seem to let go
I'm goin' hard in this bitch, goin' hard for them kids
Doin' shit they ain't seen in the ghetto
I'm goin' hard for my mama, she knew I could do it
I pray every day just to prove it
I'm goin' hard for my granny, she want it, she have it
The hood goin' hard for Ms Paxton, huh
Megan can't do this and that, ha
They hate to see where I'm at, hmm
They wanna put me in beef, shit, them bitches ain't talkin' to me, huh
Southside shit forever, ho (Ayy)
Get a Brisk tea from the Texaco (Huh)
Rockin' booty shorts to the corner store (Baow)
Niggas still trappin' out a Baygo, huh
Haha, like, I can't even take half of you bitches seriously, like
Half of y'all don't know if y'all don't f*ck with me
Or if you wanna f*ck me, haha
F*ckin' bitches, ah
Man, I done took off, bitch, I'm outta here
I'm on a ship, outer space, I'm a rocketeer
You ain't in my league, bitch, please, you do not compare
In the rap game but I'm really playin' Solitaire
Even if we ever had the same dick before
Don't get confused, we are not the same ho
I don't give a f*ck what he did prior to me
Only thing that matter what he did when he knew me, ayy
Look at all this blue cheese (Ah)
Spent that on my jewelry (Hey, yeah)
He know I'm the whole coupe (Hmm, hmm)
She is just a two piece (Ha, ha)
First we were just f*cking, now that nigga love me (Ah, ah)
You need him for support, together, we make money (Ah)
Take the pussy out his mouth then put it back in
'Fore I walk through, niggas know I need the backend
Real hot girl, use the pussy like a weapon
Make him think he finna f*ck then never let him
Iced out, got the whole freezer on my neck
Hoes actin' petty but I got the new Patek
I ain't say it first but I'm better than the rest
Hoes throwin' shots but I stay with the vest
Hoes throwin' shots but I'm ducking like The Matrix
I ain't seen a bitch pop shit like me yet
Anything I ever seen you do is on the 'net
Every bar I spit hard so the beat erect
Hoes love to play with me until I let it eject
Stompin' hoes out in some shoes they ain't seen yet
Hoes love to sneak diss, yeah, bitch, I seen it
You ain't say it to me when you see me, you don't mean it, ah
Real f*ckin' hot girl shit
You know, Young Tina Snow still goin' hard on a ho, ah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Outta Town Freestyle
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Ayy, I got a nasty lil' fetish, I'm a nasty lil' bitch
I love to shit on these niggas, I love to piss off a bitch
I don't announce my moves, I like to keep shit private
Just know a bitch been workin' when I been too silent
All you hoes can suck my pussy, disrespectfully
How a ho gon' punk me out my spot that can't get next to me?
Your vocab don't go past "Period," ho, don't question me
Any nigga publicly hatin' is makin' less than me, I bet you
They should call me Dr. Miami because I body them
Hoes gotta dick ride niggas to get co-signs from them
Bitches buy one lil' purse and think we proud of them
The bar gon' stay in hell 'cause the Twitter comments gon' lie to them
I am not the new her, I am way cooler
Megan is a force so you know I need two pair
Told you I'm Regina, but these bitches ain't gon' Cady me
If she movin' funny, then I get the ho away from me
Head game crazy, yeah, I don't want no babies yet
So every time he bust, I tell him, "Aim in my esophagus"
All these niggas on my body like a Fashion Nova set
Only time they trendin' when they diss me, but I'm on to that
Hoes don't get responses, yellow tape, I'm movin' cautious
All these niggas actin' pussy, probably learned it from they fathers
F*ck your mama too if she birthed a pick-me-ass daughter
I'll go to war, finish it with any bitch who started, yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, mwah
Ayy, I got a nasty lil' fetish, I'm a nasty lil' bitch
I love to shit on these niggas, I love to piss off a bitch
I don't announce my moves, I like to keep shit private
Just know a bitch been workin' when I been too silent
All you hoes can suck my pussy, disrespectfully
How a ho gon' punk me out my spot that can't get next to me?
Your vocab don't go past "Period," ho, don't question me
Any nigga publicly hatin' is makin' less than me, I bet you
They should call me Dr. Miami because I body them
Hoes gotta dick ride niggas to get co-signs from them
Bitches buy one lil' purse and think we proud of them
The bar gon' stay in hell 'cause the Twitter comments gon' lie to them
I am not the new her, I am way cooler
Megan is a force so you know I need two pair
Told you I'm Regina, but these bitches ain't gon' Cady me
If she movin' funny, then I get the ho away from me
Head game crazy, yeah, I don't want no babies yet
So every time he bust, I tell him, "Aim in my esophagus"
All these niggas on my body like a Fashion Nova set
Only time they trendin' when they diss me, but I'm on to that
Hoes don't get responses, yellow tape, I'm movin' cautious
All these niggas actin' pussy, probably learned it from they fathers
F*ck your mama too if she birthed a pick-me-ass daughter
I'll go to war, finish it with any bitch who started, yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, mwah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Megans Piano
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich
And I don't need shit but the dick
Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin'
I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen
I'm really finna make another M
Now tell me how the f*ck I'm in the wrong if I don't want the nigga
And he still ain't f*ckin' with the bitch
I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'ussé, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts but ain't never finna buy shit
Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl
I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl
Don't call me "sis," 'cause I'm not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her
I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'ussé, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts but ain't never finna buy shit
Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit
Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit
Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em
Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough
Wildin', on a boat on a island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a nigga, but I don't need one
He f*ck up, I'ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse
Which one of y'all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me
I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefing? You just mad we ain't speaking
And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleeping
Phony, I don't need no new homies
I'm the reason all of my opps ain't homeless, ah
Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich
And I don't need shit but the dick
Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin'
I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen
I'm really finna make another M
Now tell me how the f*ck I'm in the wrong if I don't want the nigga
And he still ain't f*ckin' with the bitch
I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'ussé, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts but ain't never finna buy shit
Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl
I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl
Don't call me "sis," 'cause I'm not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her
I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'ussé, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts but ain't never finna buy shit
Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit
Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit
Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em
Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough
Wildin', on a boat on a island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a nigga, but I don't need one
He f*ck up, I'ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse
Which one of y'all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me
I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefing? You just mad we ain't speaking
And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleeping
Phony, I don't need no new homies
I'm the reason all of my opps ain't homeless, ah
Writer: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
VickeeLo and DinoBtw Skit
Can't wait 'til we get to the club, ooh, yeah
If she ever answer the f*ckin' phone, girl
Girl, what is we got goin' on?
Ooh, sister, you like it?
Uh, uh, girl, what? Where? Who? What is you doin'?
I thought we was goin' out tonight
I'm sorry, sister, I'm waitin' on my nigga to pull up and pull over
Oh, no, bitch, you really played on me, you serious?
Baby, you can go outside, I'm inside
Okay, so that's how we gon' do it? Huh? That's how we gon' do it, huh?
You must be waitin' on that old ass man, bitch
You think you're slick (ah)
You must need your rent paid, huh? Alright, that's cool
You can leave me out, that's cool
(You a bitch) I ain't gon' even hate, sister, I'm not gon' hate on you
I ain't gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate
Okay, run them coin
So what we 'bout to do tonight? What's goin' on?
'Cause you really got it, you got, you got the whole package, baby
What, what we got?
(What we servin'?) 'Bout to make him eat me out and pay me out
If she ever answer the f*ckin' phone, girl
Girl, what is we got goin' on?
Ooh, sister, you like it?
Uh, uh, girl, what? Where? Who? What is you doin'?
I thought we was goin' out tonight
I'm sorry, sister, I'm waitin' on my nigga to pull up and pull over
Oh, no, bitch, you really played on me, you serious?
Baby, you can go outside, I'm inside
Okay, so that's how we gon' do it? Huh? That's how we gon' do it, huh?
You must be waitin' on that old ass man, bitch
You think you're slick (ah)
You must need your rent paid, huh? Alright, that's cool
You can leave me out, that's cool
(You a bitch) I ain't gon' even hate, sister, I'm not gon' hate on you
I ain't gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate
Okay, run them coin
So what we 'bout to do tonight? What's goin' on?
'Cause you really got it, you got, you got the whole package, baby
What, what we got?
(What we servin'?) 'Bout to make him eat me out and pay me out
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Eat It
Bitch, it's Young Tina Snow, the nastiest freak you know
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Bust through the walls, break in and enter
How many licks 'til you get to the center?
How many times have I heard that a nigga a dog
But scared when he play with the kitten?
How many times have I heard that somebody last long?
These niggas ain't lastin' a minute (lastin' a minute)
How many times have I heard that a nigga was big
But dick as small as an egg-shaker?
Legs shaking, hit it 'til the bed breakin' ('til the bed breakin')
Best friend it, talk to it (yeah)
What you wanna tell Megan? (What you wanna tell me?)
He say he finna keep me up (huh?)
Yeah, nigga, we'll see (nigga, we'll see)
I don't want just one nut (hmm)
Daddy, I need the whole tree (ah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (wipe your face)
Eat it, eat it, 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all, 'til you outta breath (ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
(Ah)
They finna call me a bully but f*ck it, it's up
Because I want my lick back (I want my lick back)
All of you bitches is kids and y'all shoulda never got let out the nutsack
I got so much plaque build-up, I RIAA my dentist (my dentist)
And I feel like I'll share
Y'all should eat my pussy how much y'all mention me (ah)
"Megan so this and that," whatever I do, they ain't missin' that
She doin' too much, tell her "Ooh, relax" (ooh, relax)
He done and you gotta be cool with that
I probably had somethin' to do with that
Yeah, I got these niggas trippin' (got these niggas trippin')
He hate my f*ckin' guts but he lovin' my pimpin', ah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (wipe your face)
Eat it, eat it, 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all, 'til you outta breath (ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
(OG Parker)
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Bust through the walls, break in and enter
How many licks 'til you get to the center?
How many times have I heard that a nigga a dog
But scared when he play with the kitten?
How many times have I heard that somebody last long?
These niggas ain't lastin' a minute (lastin' a minute)
How many times have I heard that a nigga was big
But dick as small as an egg-shaker?
Legs shaking, hit it 'til the bed breakin' ('til the bed breakin')
Best friend it, talk to it (yeah)
What you wanna tell Megan? (What you wanna tell me?)
He say he finna keep me up (huh?)
Yeah, nigga, we'll see (nigga, we'll see)
I don't want just one nut (hmm)
Daddy, I need the whole tree (ah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (wipe your face)
Eat it, eat it, 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all, 'til you outta breath (ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
(Ah)
They finna call me a bully but f*ck it, it's up
Because I want my lick back (I want my lick back)
All of you bitches is kids and y'all shoulda never got let out the nutsack
I got so much plaque build-up, I RIAA my dentist (my dentist)
And I feel like I'll share
Y'all should eat my pussy how much y'all mention me (ah)
"Megan so this and that," whatever I do, they ain't missin' that
She doin' too much, tell her "Ooh, relax" (ooh, relax)
He done and you gotta be cool with that
I probably had somethin' to do with that
Yeah, I got these niggas trippin' (got these niggas trippin')
He hate my f*ckin' guts but he lovin' my pimpin', ah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (wipe your face)
Eat it, eat it, 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all, 'til you outta breath (ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (uh)
(OG Parker)
Writer: Bobby Dewayne Jr. Session, Darrielle Simmons, Isaac John D. De Boni, Jahmal Gwin, Joshua Isaih Parker, Megan Jovon Pete, Michael John Mule, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Victoria Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All Of It
Yeah (Buddah blessed this beat)
Yeah, hm
Young Tina Snow, hot girl, but I'm cold (ah) (Lil Tag)
Ayy
I got blue faces, credit cards, wire transfers
Log in in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all, as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (yeah, ah)
He want a piece of pie, but ain't shit sweet
And everything he doin', he know he doin' for me
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (yeah)
I ain't a gold digger
But what the f*ck I look like f*ckin' broke niggas?
I'm a motherf*ckin' millionaire
If you want a lame bitch, nigga, go and get a square
He tellin' me to come through, told that nigga, "Get me there" (ayy)
I treat myself to villas, every trip, a private plane
I was here, disappeared, played a trick like David Blaine
Addicted to this life, I'll never give it up
I'm already rich but on your time, I'll live it up
Champagne bottle, I take my time to sip it up
Rolls Royce full of rose petals when you pick me up (ayy, ah)
I got bluefaces, credit cards, wire transfers
Log in in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, I need all of it
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you
Yeah, hm
Young Tina Snow, hot girl, but I'm cold (ah) (Lil Tag)
Ayy
I got blue faces, credit cards, wire transfers
Log in in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all, as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (yeah, ah)
He want a piece of pie, but ain't shit sweet
And everything he doin', he know he doin' for me
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (yeah)
I ain't a gold digger
But what the f*ck I look like f*ckin' broke niggas?
I'm a motherf*ckin' millionaire
If you want a lame bitch, nigga, go and get a square
He tellin' me to come through, told that nigga, "Get me there" (ayy)
I treat myself to villas, every trip, a private plane
I was here, disappeared, played a trick like David Blaine
Addicted to this life, I'll never give it up
I'm already rich but on your time, I'll live it up
Champagne bottle, I take my time to sip it up
Rolls Royce full of rose petals when you pick me up (ayy, ah)
I got bluefaces, credit cards, wire transfers
Log in in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, I need all of it
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
All day
I want you, I want you, I want you
Writer: Albert Goodman, Harry Ray, Walter Morris, Bobby Dewayne Jr. Session, Jaden Syre Smith, Joseph Smith, Megan J. Pete, Tyron Buddah Sr. Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
yeah, ah
mwah
F*ck me, I'm horny (ah), feed me, I'm hungry (mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (ayy, ayy)
I'm a player-ass bitch and I don't f*ck with all that drama (all that drama)
Don't say that shit to me if you won't say it to your mama (what?)
Niggas send me money, then it better have some commas (yeah)
Do I look like a bitch that need a couple of hundred dollars?
I like money, jewels (jewels), and designer shoes (shoes)
I got expensive taste, I pick my niggas like my food
I got bitches hatin' (yeah), watchin' and complainin'
Of course another wack bitch agree with what you sayin' (duh)
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (baow)
Scary niggas bore me, rich niggas spoil me
I turn into a star every time he record me
Wet like the deep end, sheesh, it's a four-feet
He love him a stallion that ride like a horsey
This is some wet pussy, this is the best pussy
She say he hers, but my text say he ain't took-en
Poppin' in this Prada shit, pop it for these dollars trick
You ain't wanna see this ass, you ain't gotta follow, bitch
I'm getting money, I'm getting finer
I got a bitch, man, I ain't even trying
Shoutout E-V-E, I'm a real rough rider
I let him come and stick it on my walls like a spider (ah)
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (baow)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
yeah, ah
mwah
F*ck me, I'm horny (ah), feed me, I'm hungry (mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (ayy, ayy)
I'm a player-ass bitch and I don't f*ck with all that drama (all that drama)
Don't say that shit to me if you won't say it to your mama (what?)
Niggas send me money, then it better have some commas (yeah)
Do I look like a bitch that need a couple of hundred dollars?
I like money, jewels (jewels), and designer shoes (shoes)
I got expensive taste, I pick my niggas like my food
I got bitches hatin' (yeah), watchin' and complainin'
Of course another wack bitch agree with what you sayin' (duh)
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (baow)
Scary niggas bore me, rich niggas spoil me
I turn into a star every time he record me
Wet like the deep end, sheesh, it's a four-feet
He love him a stallion that ride like a horsey
This is some wet pussy, this is the best pussy
She say he hers, but my text say he ain't took-en
Poppin' in this Prada shit, pop it for these dollars trick
You ain't wanna see this ass, you ain't gotta follow, bitch
I'm getting money, I'm getting finer
I got a bitch, man, I ain't even trying
Shoutout E-V-E, I'm a real rough rider
I let him come and stick it on my walls like a spider (ah)
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning
F*ck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he f*ck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt)
This is a motherf*ckin' broke nigga warning (baow)
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Kitty Kat
(J.R.)
Say what you want but a bitch be working
Clown-ass bitch, I ain't comin' to the circus
Broke-ass niggas on the internet hurting
Big booty bitch, gettin' rich off twerking
F*ck that, if I had a dick, make 'em suck that
Pull up to the club, make a nigga get the f*ck back
Superstar and you little hoes my groupies
I'm done giving fifteen minutes to these goofies
Big wheels rollin', can't tell how shit feel
Bitch, how I change? When I only got big bills (ah)
Problem, and that waist on Coke bottle
Walkin' these hoes like a runway model
Trust me, I'm finna get free like Tubman (bye)
I'll never let another label try to f*ck me
Bad bitch, and I'm on point like a cactus
I bet a real bitch be the last one laughin' (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (tail)
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell (tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
These bitches keep sayin' they run shit, how? (Huh?)
When the last you hoes even worked out?
And runnin' your mouth don't count
Messy-ass bitch, close the motherf*ckin' app out
Is anybody round this bitch keepin' score?
Grammy nominated, pussy bitch, I got four (bitch, I got four)
Cover after cover, I'm raw, no rubber (ah)
All year 'round, having hot girl summer (mwah)
I'm the shit, that's why these hoes pissed
I can spill the tea but I'm not a messy bitch
And ever since I came out the pussy, I was lit
I knew I was a problem when them hoes start to diss
Them niggas f*cked up when they let me get rich (yeah)
I started gettin' money and I got on my Beyoncé
Them hoes gotta sign an NDA to come around me
I'm feelin' like Kelis 'cause a bitch real bossy (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (tail)
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell (tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
P is for "Pussy," P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy (yeah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell
Ass so fat, finna break that scale
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
Say what you want but a bitch be working
Clown-ass bitch, I ain't comin' to the circus
Broke-ass niggas on the internet hurting
Big booty bitch, gettin' rich off twerking
F*ck that, if I had a dick, make 'em suck that
Pull up to the club, make a nigga get the f*ck back
Superstar and you little hoes my groupies
I'm done giving fifteen minutes to these goofies
Big wheels rollin', can't tell how shit feel
Bitch, how I change? When I only got big bills (ah)
Problem, and that waist on Coke bottle
Walkin' these hoes like a runway model
Trust me, I'm finna get free like Tubman (bye)
I'll never let another label try to f*ck me
Bad bitch, and I'm on point like a cactus
I bet a real bitch be the last one laughin' (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (tail)
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell (tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
These bitches keep sayin' they run shit, how? (Huh?)
When the last you hoes even worked out?
And runnin' your mouth don't count
Messy-ass bitch, close the motherf*ckin' app out
Is anybody round this bitch keepin' score?
Grammy nominated, pussy bitch, I got four (bitch, I got four)
Cover after cover, I'm raw, no rubber (ah)
All year 'round, having hot girl summer (mwah)
I'm the shit, that's why these hoes pissed
I can spill the tea but I'm not a messy bitch
And ever since I came out the pussy, I was lit
I knew I was a problem when them hoes start to diss
Them niggas f*cked up when they let me get rich (yeah)
I started gettin' money and I got on my Beyoncé
Them hoes gotta sign an NDA to come around me
I'm feelin' like Kelis 'cause a bitch real bossy (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (tail)
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell (tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (ah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
P is for "Pussy," P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy (yeah)
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail
Number one rule, don't kiss and tell
Ass so fat, finna break that scale
Here kitty-kitty, here-kitty-kitty, yeah
Writer: Derrick Gray, Jonathan Rotem, Megan J. Pete, Ricardo G. Williams George
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tina Snow Interlude
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
I had to learn that
Some people only f*ck with you when it's beneficial
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more
It become a motherf*ckin' issue (f*cked up)
You can keep tellin' people you don't f*ck with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
H-town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special motherf*cker
To even represent this way of life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trap star and the rap star got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders
They just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars
See, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts, to the door panels, to the booth
We don't ride raincoat, if I got the top up on it
That motherf*cker cover with the rain
Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clean on that paint
Bitch thicker than Megan, get it? See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a nigga spend his last on that shit?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, if I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say all that to say, how you like me now, nigga?
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
I had to learn that
Some people only f*ck with you when it's beneficial
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more
It become a motherf*ckin' issue (f*cked up)
You can keep tellin' people you don't f*ck with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)
H-town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special motherf*cker
To even represent this way of life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trap star and the rap star got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders
They just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars
See, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts, to the door panels, to the booth
We don't ride raincoat, if I got the top up on it
That motherf*cker cover with the rain
Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clean on that paint
Bitch thicker than Megan, get it? See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a nigga spend his last on that shit?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, if I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say all that to say, how you like me now, nigga?
Writer: Albert Joseph III Brown, Cornealius Campbell, Dorie Dorsey, Julian Mason, Kyle Albert West, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gods Favorite
Ayy
Skin glowing 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (the water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater, bitch, I'm highly favored (yeah)
I bought a crib next to my crib
'Cause I ain't want no neighbors ('cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (ayy)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked
My favorite drink my haters' tears, a cause for celebration
Here's a toast, who you love the most?
I'm not saying I do voodoo but I got the magic (got the magic)
Any time they go against me, shit gon' end up tragic (damn)
They hatin' hard, but you know I'm prayin' even harder (that I'm prayin' even hard)
The way He answer got me feelin' like His favorite daughter (ah)
Man, you bitches dusty, and your lips crusty (crusty)
Hatin' but you want a pic, bitch, don't touch me
Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly
Face card pretty, you know God don't like
Skin glowing 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (the water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater
Bitch, I'm highly favored (yeah, bitch, I'm highly favored)
I bought a crib next to my crib
'Cause I ain't want no neighbors ('cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked
My favorite drink my haters' tears, a cause for celebration, ayy
Here's a toast, who you love the most? (Yeah, who you love the most?)
Skin glowing 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (the water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater, bitch, I'm highly favored (yeah)
I bought a crib next to my crib
'Cause I ain't want no neighbors ('cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (ayy)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked
My favorite drink my haters' tears, a cause for celebration
Here's a toast, who you love the most?
I'm not saying I do voodoo but I got the magic (got the magic)
Any time they go against me, shit gon' end up tragic (damn)
They hatin' hard, but you know I'm prayin' even harder (that I'm prayin' even hard)
The way He answer got me feelin' like His favorite daughter (ah)
Man, you bitches dusty, and your lips crusty (crusty)
Hatin' but you want a pic, bitch, don't touch me
Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly
Face card pretty, you know God don't like
Skin glowing 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (the water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater
Bitch, I'm highly favored (yeah, bitch, I'm highly favored)
I bought a crib next to my crib
'Cause I ain't want no neighbors ('cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked
My favorite drink my haters' tears, a cause for celebration, ayy
Here's a toast, who you love the most? (Yeah, who you love the most?)
Writer: Anthony Holmes, Bobby Dewayne Jr. Session, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Let Me See It
Let me see it
Let me see it
Uh, yeah
Uh (OG Parker)
I'm a lady pimp (uh), these niggas all my hoes (my hoes)
Which one I want today? Eenie, meenie, minie, mo (which one?)
That "S" up on my chest, 'cause, bitch, that's where I'm from (from)
In your nigga face, 'cause that's where I wanna come, uh
My man ain't scared of nothin' (nothin'), I dare a nigga to test some (baow)
As far as he know, when we f*ck, he been went to Heaven (ah)
I drive that nigga crazy (crazy), I think he need some help (uh)
When I go overboard, my side niggas split the bill (ah, ah)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (baow, baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it (man), uh
Bitch, that ain't your trick (huh?), You and that nigga in love (what?)
I don't play none of them games, he don't get conversation outside of the club (boy, bye)
Bitches swear they pimpin' (what?), A nigga will call them, they come
Since when a ho tell a pimp what to do? Bitch, you ain't pimpin' enough (ayy)
Stop playin' like I'm one of these lame-ass, square-ass, trick-ass hoes
And I keep buyin' all of these diamonds, everything I drop go platinum and gold (uh)
I tell that nigga, "Don't leave (don't leave)
You better off with your chick" (with your chick)
You come over here and I promise, I'm doin' you worse than you do that bitch (uh)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (baow, baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it, uh
(Let me see it)
(Let me see it, uh, yeah)
(Let me see it)
Ayy, what's up y'all? This the trill OG Bun B
Reppin' UGK for life, straight out of Poldark in Texas
You know I seen a lot of motherf*ckers come and go
Tryna move through these streets like they was Tony Snow
But I only ever seen one motherf*cker even come close
That was Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
Slap a bitch, whip a hoe
Make any nigga trick out his dough
But when you see her come through with them diamonds, draped in that fur
Recognize it's real madness about to occur
Ladies and gentlemen, Tina Snow
Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
What it do? It's Paul Wall, baby
And it's Something For Thee Hotties
Big Texas shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm talkin' bout South Park to South Dallas
All the way down to South Texas
I'm talkin' 'bout Elmina to the El Paso
Acres Home to San Anton
H-town to G-town, A-town to Funky Town
All the way to your town, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
When you see Thee Stallion come through
You better ride with her or get rolled on
Now fix your face, bitch, 'cause we 'bout to go live in this ho
Real hot girl shit
Let me see it
Uh, yeah
Uh (OG Parker)
I'm a lady pimp (uh), these niggas all my hoes (my hoes)
Which one I want today? Eenie, meenie, minie, mo (which one?)
That "S" up on my chest, 'cause, bitch, that's where I'm from (from)
In your nigga face, 'cause that's where I wanna come, uh
My man ain't scared of nothin' (nothin'), I dare a nigga to test some (baow)
As far as he know, when we f*ck, he been went to Heaven (ah)
I drive that nigga crazy (crazy), I think he need some help (uh)
When I go overboard, my side niggas split the bill (ah, ah)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (baow, baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it (man), uh
Bitch, that ain't your trick (huh?), You and that nigga in love (what?)
I don't play none of them games, he don't get conversation outside of the club (boy, bye)
Bitches swear they pimpin' (what?), A nigga will call them, they come
Since when a ho tell a pimp what to do? Bitch, you ain't pimpin' enough (ayy)
Stop playin' like I'm one of these lame-ass, square-ass, trick-ass hoes
And I keep buyin' all of these diamonds, everything I drop go platinum and gold (uh)
I tell that nigga, "Don't leave (don't leave)
You better off with your chick" (with your chick)
You come over here and I promise, I'm doin' you worse than you do that bitch (uh)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (baow, baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it, uh
(Let me see it)
(Let me see it, uh, yeah)
(Let me see it)
Ayy, what's up y'all? This the trill OG Bun B
Reppin' UGK for life, straight out of Poldark in Texas
You know I seen a lot of motherf*ckers come and go
Tryna move through these streets like they was Tony Snow
But I only ever seen one motherf*cker even come close
That was Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
Slap a bitch, whip a hoe
Make any nigga trick out his dough
But when you see her come through with them diamonds, draped in that fur
Recognize it's real madness about to occur
Ladies and gentlemen, Tina Snow
Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
What it do? It's Paul Wall, baby
And it's Something For Thee Hotties
Big Texas shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm talkin' bout South Park to South Dallas
All the way down to South Texas
I'm talkin' 'bout Elmina to the El Paso
Acres Home to San Anton
H-town to G-town, A-town to Funky Town
All the way to your town, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
When you see Thee Stallion come through
You better ride with her or get rolled on
Now fix your face, bitch, 'cause we 'bout to go live in this ho
Real hot girl shit
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Opposite Day
Hate on me, I like that shit
This brand new Bentley ain't got no tint
Bad bitch is my occupation
My conversation pay my rent (hello?)
Every day is opposite day for me
'Cause I don't wanna be like nobody
I don't wanna drive no shit that lil' bitch drive
That mean everybody can buy it (skrrt, skrrt)
My car like the Batmobile, fly shit, one of one
I like Debbie cakes, I keep my purse filled with a Honeybun
And if you didn't know, that is the lingo for a hundred K
I told that nigga I'm everything he need (what?), Like a One-A-Day
Huh, yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (hahaha)
I got two niggas trickin' (two niggas trickin')
Tellin' me they love me (tellin' they love me)
And they both mean it (yeah)
That's a double entendre (that's a double entendre)
I told 'em save a seat (yeah)
Right there on they faces (right there on they faces)
I know his bitch keep wondering why he textin' reservations (who that?)
He keep begging me for one piece, Luffy (yeah)
All around the world tryna get this coochie (yeah)
Ridin' with 4oe, like Shaggy and Scooby (hey, hey)
Say he a shooter, I call him the doodie (hey, baow, baow)
Face down, ass up, pussy clean, tear it up (tear it up)
Everything look cooler in reverse, bitch, back it up (what?)
Yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (hahaha)
Hey, yeah (ah)
I be up all night
So these bitches can't sleep on me, uh (can't sleep on me)
Ain't no bitch alive
That can make my man cheat on me, uh (can't make my man cheat on me)
I'm so f*ckin' scared of you bitches (oh my gosh)
On opposite day (so scared of you bitches)
And after that nigga make me cum, I'm goin' the opposite way (yeah)
I'm goin' out of my way to f*ck them niggas that these bitches don't
Can't no basic bitch say they see Megan in they nigga phone
I don't do the drama, I don't really f*ck with the internet
I get the drip and log in, just to make sure y'all ain't get it yet (mwahahaha)
Yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad, ah (hahaha)
This brand new Bentley ain't got no tint
Bad bitch is my occupation
My conversation pay my rent (hello?)
Every day is opposite day for me
'Cause I don't wanna be like nobody
I don't wanna drive no shit that lil' bitch drive
That mean everybody can buy it (skrrt, skrrt)
My car like the Batmobile, fly shit, one of one
I like Debbie cakes, I keep my purse filled with a Honeybun
And if you didn't know, that is the lingo for a hundred K
I told that nigga I'm everything he need (what?), Like a One-A-Day
Huh, yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (hahaha)
I got two niggas trickin' (two niggas trickin')
Tellin' me they love me (tellin' they love me)
And they both mean it (yeah)
That's a double entendre (that's a double entendre)
I told 'em save a seat (yeah)
Right there on they faces (right there on they faces)
I know his bitch keep wondering why he textin' reservations (who that?)
He keep begging me for one piece, Luffy (yeah)
All around the world tryna get this coochie (yeah)
Ridin' with 4oe, like Shaggy and Scooby (hey, hey)
Say he a shooter, I call him the doodie (hey, baow, baow)
Face down, ass up, pussy clean, tear it up (tear it up)
Everything look cooler in reverse, bitch, back it up (what?)
Yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (hahaha)
Hey, yeah (ah)
I be up all night
So these bitches can't sleep on me, uh (can't sleep on me)
Ain't no bitch alive
That can make my man cheat on me, uh (can't make my man cheat on me)
I'm so f*ckin' scared of you bitches (oh my gosh)
On opposite day (so scared of you bitches)
And after that nigga make me cum, I'm goin' the opposite way (yeah)
I'm goin' out of my way to f*ck them niggas that these bitches don't
Can't no basic bitch say they see Megan in they nigga phone
I don't do the drama, I don't really f*ck with the internet
I get the drip and log in, just to make sure y'all ain't get it yet (mwahahaha)
Yeah, make that shit drop (make that shit drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (make that bitch stop)
New to you, huh, but I been had it (but I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad, ah (hahaha)
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Freakend
Ah, ayy
We gon' fight when I see you (see you)
That mean we gon' f*ck (we gon' f*ck)
Quit askin' if I like it, nigga, let me get my nut (yeah)
He ask where can he bust, told him, "Do it on my ass" (baow, baow)
And if he is a gentleman, then he go get the rag (ah)
I be makin' money (yeah), we be having sex (we be having sex)
I say my favorite thing about the nigga is his neck (ah)
Bitch, I ain't Aretha, don't give niggas no respect (niggas no respect)
Treat him like that TikTok, then I pass him, like, "Who's next?" (Go)
We can f*ck if you wanna f*ck, talk if you wanna talk (wanna talk)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls (ah, ah, ah)
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (you like that?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah (baow, baow)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (yeah, you like that?)
Put it in, take it out, ayy, put it all in my mouth, huh (in my mouth)
Niggas know I'm on hot girl shit, quit askin' me what I'm 'bout (what I'm 'bout)
He say I'm pretty like an angel, when I arch that back, I'm a demon (I'm a demon)
We been f*ckin' all weekend, I'm surviving off of your semen (yeah, yeah, ah)
My attitude gettin' bad (bad), think I need to be f*cked good (be f*cked good)
Think I need to be flew in, ayy, buy the bag, think you should (ah)
I got all of this ass (yeah), and he got all of that face (all of that face)
Kiss me when I come (mwah), so I can know how it taste (ah)
We can f*ck if you wanna f*ck, talk if you wanna talk (hey, yeah)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off (ah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (you like that?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah (baow, baow)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (yeah, you like that?)
Yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah, ah
We gon' fight when I see you (see you)
That mean we gon' f*ck (we gon' f*ck)
Quit askin' if I like it, nigga, let me get my nut (yeah)
He ask where can he bust, told him, "Do it on my ass" (baow, baow)
And if he is a gentleman, then he go get the rag (ah)
I be makin' money (yeah), we be having sex (we be having sex)
I say my favorite thing about the nigga is his neck (ah)
Bitch, I ain't Aretha, don't give niggas no respect (niggas no respect)
Treat him like that TikTok, then I pass him, like, "Who's next?" (Go)
We can f*ck if you wanna f*ck, talk if you wanna talk (wanna talk)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls (ah, ah, ah)
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (you like that?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah (baow, baow)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (yeah, you like that?)
Put it in, take it out, ayy, put it all in my mouth, huh (in my mouth)
Niggas know I'm on hot girl shit, quit askin' me what I'm 'bout (what I'm 'bout)
He say I'm pretty like an angel, when I arch that back, I'm a demon (I'm a demon)
We been f*ckin' all weekend, I'm surviving off of your semen (yeah, yeah, ah)
My attitude gettin' bad (bad), think I need to be f*cked good (be f*cked good)
Think I need to be flew in, ayy, buy the bag, think you should (ah)
I got all of this ass (yeah), and he got all of that face (all of that face)
Kiss me when I come (mwah), so I can know how it taste (ah)
We can f*ck if you wanna f*ck, talk if you wanna talk (hey, yeah)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off (ah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (you like that?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah (baow, baow)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah (yeah, you like that?)
Yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah, ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bae Goals
Ayy, ayy (Buddah blessed this beat)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy (yeah)
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Say it once, I don't say it twice
'Cause he heard me right (you heard me, nigga)
I'ma keep switchin' these niggas
If they keep doin' shit that I don't f*ckin' like (bye)
No bitch you f*ck with ain't bad as me
Bitch ain't cover no magazine (yeah)
Bitch, I walk in Chanel and point at the shelf
Biggest bag me please (ah, ah)
He'll probably put it on his set (gang)
Probably even put it on his mama (dukes)
He'll even put it on his kids
But I already know what he did, he a liar
Rich nigga me please (yeah)
Real big dick, real big bag on him (ooh)
I want a nigga who cars so expensive
He don't let his homeboys crash on it (ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy (yeah)
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
Freaky nigga me please, ayy (yeah)
I want a baby that's nasty, ayy (ah)
I want a nigga who profile picture
Is his face in my ass cheeks, yeah (baow, baow, baow)
Por favor make me icy (icy), hot girl, make it spicy (spicy)
It's a lot of fish in the sea and I probably really need to catch a Pisces
I got a smart mouth, I'm not no dumb bitch, I make him cum quick (yeah, yeah)
Good pussy, crazy girl
That's what this shit come with (that's what this shit come with)
You rather have a lil' yes chick, but I know better (huh?)
Every bad boy need a hot girl, if you ask me it just go better, mwah
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy (yeah)
I want a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy (yeah)
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Say it once, I don't say it twice
'Cause he heard me right (you heard me, nigga)
I'ma keep switchin' these niggas
If they keep doin' shit that I don't f*ckin' like (bye)
No bitch you f*ck with ain't bad as me
Bitch ain't cover no magazine (yeah)
Bitch, I walk in Chanel and point at the shelf
Biggest bag me please (ah, ah)
He'll probably put it on his set (gang)
Probably even put it on his mama (dukes)
He'll even put it on his kids
But I already know what he did, he a liar
Rich nigga me please (yeah)
Real big dick, real big bag on him (ooh)
I want a nigga who cars so expensive
He don't let his homeboys crash on it (ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy (yeah)
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
Freaky nigga me please, ayy (yeah)
I want a baby that's nasty, ayy (ah)
I want a nigga who profile picture
Is his face in my ass cheeks, yeah (baow, baow, baow)
Por favor make me icy (icy), hot girl, make it spicy (spicy)
It's a lot of fish in the sea and I probably really need to catch a Pisces
I got a smart mouth, I'm not no dumb bitch, I make him cum quick (yeah, yeah)
Good pussy, crazy girl
That's what this shit come with (that's what this shit come with)
You rather have a lil' yes chick, but I know better (huh?)
Every bad boy need a hot girl, if you ask me it just go better, mwah
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keisha and Gucci (swish)
Rich like Jay and Beyoncé, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (please)
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy (yeah)
I want a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gonna be scared that I f*ck with him, ayy (ah, ah)
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah
Writer: Megan J. Pete, Tyron Buddah Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pipe Up
(What Juicy J say? He be like, shut the f*ck up)
Ayy
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ayy, ah)
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, mwah)
Workin' for that pussy but don't even have a job (ugh)
That's them same ass hunnids you was postin' last month (broke-ass nigga)
He say I'm a gold digger 'cause I love rich niggas (I love rich niggas)
I'm a money makin' bitch and I could make some money wit' you (mwah)
And he always at the club but ain't never at the bank (huh?)
And he keep tryna come over like he need somewhere to stay (boy, bye)
You can spot a real nigga by the way that he move
If he went and bought him somethin', he gon' buy you somethin' too (somethin' too)
I ain't no lame, you can't run no game on a game-runner (on a game-runner)
And I'm paid, bitch, I'm self-made, I was made for it (I was made for it)
Like a magnet, niggas come to me, like I came for 'em (I came for 'em)
I have him smilin' ear to ear when I throw that game on him (ayy, ayy, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (whoa, whoa)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timin' (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ah)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timin' (right timin')
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (whoa, whoa)
How these niggas still surprised when I ask where the cash at? (Huh?)
He say, "What's your name?" And I send 'em back the Cashapp (yeah)
Hard on a nigga and I'm hard on a ho (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch it's Money Makin' Megan, better known as Tina Snow, bitch
Ask about my rep, f*ck goin' through them texts (f*ck goin' through them texts)
Before I check about a bitch, I'ma check 'em for a check (for money)
Told that boy to send a jet, since he think he super fly (since he super fly)
He said, "Girl, I'm havin' money", I said, "Nigga, so am I" (ah)
I said, "Let's go to an island", he said, "Okay, which one?"
I sent him all my information, and he got it done (and he got it done)
I told him, "Don't show me no money 'less I'm gettin' some" ('less I'm gettin' some)
He gave me everything he got and I ain't give him nothin' (ha, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, ah)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, ah)
And f*ck all y'all broks-ass niggas actin' like y'all rich
Since y'all want some head so motherf*ckin' bad
Suck your own dick, ah, yeah
Hey, hey
Money Makin' Megan, better known as Thee Stallion, ah
Ayy
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ayy, ah)
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, mwah)
Workin' for that pussy but don't even have a job (ugh)
That's them same ass hunnids you was postin' last month (broke-ass nigga)
He say I'm a gold digger 'cause I love rich niggas (I love rich niggas)
I'm a money makin' bitch and I could make some money wit' you (mwah)
And he always at the club but ain't never at the bank (huh?)
And he keep tryna come over like he need somewhere to stay (boy, bye)
You can spot a real nigga by the way that he move
If he went and bought him somethin', he gon' buy you somethin' too (somethin' too)
I ain't no lame, you can't run no game on a game-runner (on a game-runner)
And I'm paid, bitch, I'm self-made, I was made for it (I was made for it)
Like a magnet, niggas come to me, like I came for 'em (I came for 'em)
I have him smilin' ear to ear when I throw that game on him (ayy, ayy, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (whoa, whoa)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timin' (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ah)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timin' (right timin')
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (whoa, whoa)
How these niggas still surprised when I ask where the cash at? (Huh?)
He say, "What's your name?" And I send 'em back the Cashapp (yeah)
Hard on a nigga and I'm hard on a ho (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch it's Money Makin' Megan, better known as Tina Snow, bitch
Ask about my rep, f*ck goin' through them texts (f*ck goin' through them texts)
Before I check about a bitch, I'ma check 'em for a check (for money)
Told that boy to send a jet, since he think he super fly (since he super fly)
He said, "Girl, I'm havin' money", I said, "Nigga, so am I" (ah)
I said, "Let's go to an island", he said, "Okay, which one?"
I sent him all my information, and he got it done (and he got it done)
I told him, "Don't show me no money 'less I'm gettin' some" ('less I'm gettin' some)
He gave me everything he got and I ain't give him nothin' (ha, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, ah)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ah, ah)
And f*ck all y'all broks-ass niggas actin' like y'all rich
Since y'all want some head so motherf*ckin' bad
Suck your own dick, ah, yeah
Hey, hey
Money Makin' Megan, better known as Thee Stallion, ah
Writer: Brad Jordan, Devin C. Copeland, Megan J. Pete, Mike G. Dean, Todd Anthony Shaw, Winston Rodgers
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bless The Booth Freestyle
Ayy
You niggas is blockin' your blessings
If you so worried 'bout me, get invested
Bitch, I'm a business, you wanna get in it
Go put down your phone and pick up a pen
I understand, you thought you was smart
Blind lead the blind, y'all all in the dark
I know you used to seeing mediocre
I know the bar getting lower and lower
Nigga wanna constrict me like a Boa
Snake in the grass but I got the mower
I went and put the city on my shoulders
They got my name at the top of the totem
They know about me 'cause somebody told 'em
Bitches is soft, you know I'ma fold 'em
He say I'm heavy, I told him "I'm bloated"
You need to put this pussy on a podium
You need to shut up, let the pussy speak
A lot of you real niggas acting weak
I think you really mad at your daddy
But get on the internet aiming at me
I think you motherf*ckers need a hug
I think you motherf*ckers need a shot
I think you motherf*ckers need to buy a ticket
To the show and come open your mouth
I make a nigga hit the hurt face
This that stub your toe kinda pain
This that real bitch from the southside
Of that H-Town, switching lanes
This that shit real niggas ride to
I make music real bitches vibe to
Yeah, I'm sexy, but, I'm gangsta
I make real killers come find you
Bitches ain't built like Megan
God took his time when he made it
Get too much shine and get shaded
I don't follow niggas I dated
If I f*cked your boo don't worry
These niggas seasonal like McFlurries
But my outfits be so summertime
Make a nigga crash 'cause I'm curvy
Hey, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, ain't no question, hmm
Giving these rappers a lesson, hmm
I should go work at the church, hmm
'Cause they know Megan a blessing, hmm
They don't like me 'cause I'm cocky, well
I cannot help that my sexy sell
And I'm in love with my sexy self
I need a boo that's gon' sex me well
Should we shag now or shag later?, Huh
I'm tryna put your rock on some paper, huh
Bae wanna eat and I cater, huh
Stalli too wild can't tame her, ayy
They say that Megan too rowdy, huh
And she be showing her body, ayy
I bet if they got the chance, huh
They would come do it just like me, ah
Real hot girl shit, ah
You niggas is blockin' your blessings
If you so worried 'bout me, get invested
Bitch, I'm a business, you wanna get in it
Go put down your phone and pick up a pen
I understand, you thought you was smart
Blind lead the blind, y'all all in the dark
I know you used to seeing mediocre
I know the bar getting lower and lower
Nigga wanna constrict me like a Boa
Snake in the grass but I got the mower
I went and put the city on my shoulders
They got my name at the top of the totem
They know about me 'cause somebody told 'em
Bitches is soft, you know I'ma fold 'em
He say I'm heavy, I told him "I'm bloated"
You need to put this pussy on a podium
You need to shut up, let the pussy speak
A lot of you real niggas acting weak
I think you really mad at your daddy
But get on the internet aiming at me
I think you motherf*ckers need a hug
I think you motherf*ckers need a shot
I think you motherf*ckers need to buy a ticket
To the show and come open your mouth
I make a nigga hit the hurt face
This that stub your toe kinda pain
This that real bitch from the southside
Of that H-Town, switching lanes
This that shit real niggas ride to
I make music real bitches vibe to
Yeah, I'm sexy, but, I'm gangsta
I make real killers come find you
Bitches ain't built like Megan
God took his time when he made it
Get too much shine and get shaded
I don't follow niggas I dated
If I f*cked your boo don't worry
These niggas seasonal like McFlurries
But my outfits be so summertime
Make a nigga crash 'cause I'm curvy
Hey, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, ain't no question, hmm
Giving these rappers a lesson, hmm
I should go work at the church, hmm
'Cause they know Megan a blessing, hmm
They don't like me 'cause I'm cocky, well
I cannot help that my sexy sell
And I'm in love with my sexy self
I need a boo that's gon' sex me well
Should we shag now or shag later?, Huh
I'm tryna put your rock on some paper, huh
Bae wanna eat and I cater, huh
Stalli too wild can't tame her, ayy
They say that Megan too rowdy, huh
And she be showing her body, ayy
I bet if they got the chance, huh
They would come do it just like me, ah
Real hot girl shit, ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Thot Shit
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic
(Why the f*ck you in the club with niggas wildin'?)
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order 42 for the table, let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a f*ck who talk behind my back
'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through it, still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Drinkin' out the motherf*ckin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
F*ckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (ah)
Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (huh)
Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
LVs, Double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't (can't)
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic
(Why the f*ck you in the club with niggas wildin'?)
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order 42 for the table, let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a f*ck who talk behind my back
'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through it, still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Drinkin' out the motherf*ckin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
F*ckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (ah)
Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (huh)
Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
LVs, Double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't (can't)
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Writer: Joshua Isaih Parker, Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
To Thee Hotties
What's up, hotties? It's your girl Megan Thee Stallion
A.k.a The Hot Girl Coach, a.K.a Young Tina Snow
Mrs. Hard on a Ho, a.K.a Thee H-town Hottie
And I really just wanted to get on here right quick
And tell y'all thank y'all so much for rocking with me
Y'all don't know how much it mean to me
Through the ups, through the downs
Y'all always sending me positive messages
Uplifting me, I see 'em on Twitter
Yeah, I be lurking in y'all lil' groupchats and stuff
I see 'em on Instagram
And I just really had to take a moment to say thank y'all
And I appreciate y'all and I love y'all
And just as hard as y'all go for me, I always wanna go hard for y'all
And just thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you to the OG hotties
Thank you to the hotties that been rocking with me
Since I was doing shows at the strip club
Doin' shows at any bar, any club, to the big stages that we rocking right now
I promise I'ma keep goin' up for y'all and I'ma keep on puttin' on
I'ma keep on puttin' on for Houston and, yeah, love y'all, ah
A.k.a The Hot Girl Coach, a.K.a Young Tina Snow
Mrs. Hard on a Ho, a.K.a Thee H-town Hottie
And I really just wanted to get on here right quick
And tell y'all thank y'all so much for rocking with me
Y'all don't know how much it mean to me
Through the ups, through the downs
Y'all always sending me positive messages
Uplifting me, I see 'em on Twitter
Yeah, I be lurking in y'all lil' groupchats and stuff
I see 'em on Instagram
And I just really had to take a moment to say thank y'all
And I appreciate y'all and I love y'all
And just as hard as y'all go for me, I always wanna go hard for y'all
And just thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you to the OG hotties
Thank you to the hotties that been rocking with me
Since I was doing shows at the strip club
Doin' shows at any bar, any club, to the big stages that we rocking right now
I promise I'ma keep goin' up for y'all and I'ma keep on puttin' on
I'ma keep on puttin' on for Houston and, yeah, love y'all, ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Something for Thee Hotties (co-titled From Thee Archives) is a compilation album by American rapper Megan Thee Stallion. It was released as a "thank you" gift to Megan's fanbase.
The compilation serves as a collection of some of her previously-released YouTube freestyles, as well as previously unreleased archival songs; with the only guest appearances Juicy J, VickeeLo and Dino BTW contributing skits. It also includes "Thot Shit", which was released as a single in June that year.
1501 Certified did not recognize it as an album., claiming the project's 44:38 of material is less than the 45 minutes stipulated in the rapper's recording contract, including 29 minutes of new material. Along with the disallowance of the project, the rapper would have to release two more albums in addition to Something. On February 18, 2022, the rapper took legal action against the label claiming that Something meets the definition of an album.
The compilation debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200, becoming Megan Thee Stallion's fourth top-10 album.
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Megan Thee StallionThe compilation serves as a collection of some of her previously-released YouTube freestyles, as well as previously unreleased archival songs; with the only guest appearances Juicy J, VickeeLo and Dino BTW contributing skits. It also includes "Thot Shit", which was released as a single in June that year.
1501 Certified did not recognize it as an album., claiming the project's 44:38 of material is less than the 45 minutes stipulated in the rapper's recording contract, including 29 minutes of new material. Along with the disallowance of the project, the rapper would have to release two more albums in addition to Something. On February 18, 2022, the rapper took legal action against the label claiming that Something meets the definition of an album.
The compilation debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200, becoming Megan Thee Stallion's fourth top-10 album.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): BoogzDaBeast, Buddah Bless, FnZ, Hit Kidd, J.R. Rotem, Juicy J, LilJuMadeDaBeat, Lil Tag, Megan Thee Stallion, Murda Beatz, OG Parker, Romano, Sean Island, TGUT
Released: October 29th, 2021
Year: 2021