(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
Megan Thee Stallion - Megans Piano Lyrics
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(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
Performed By: Megan Thee Stallion
From Album: Something for Thee Hotties
Written by: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete