TIRAÉ - I'M ON Lyrics

Bitches ain't talking bout money, It's boring
I'm snoring, Im whipping this car and its foreign
Yo nigga keep calling but I keep ignoring
I'm balling, my bitches is winning, we scoring
Fresh to death down to my shoes
Go against me and you know you gone lose
Bitch I'm a boss, I be making the moves
I wake up and get it, you hoes pressing snooze
How many bitches is bossy like me?
How many bitches be flossing like me?
You talk a lot, bumping yo gums
What would it be if the talk wasn't cheap?
Bitch I got bands, I mean a lot
You hoes be cap, y'all need to stop
You know my body is still giving 10's
Bitch you is mad cause yo look is a chop

I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home
I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home

He say I'm so pretty, I say thank you bae, I know
I can't hang round with fake bitches, I just kick em to the door
If you see me with a nigga, know i'm with him for the dough
Wrist on froze, neck on froze, you know me bitch i'm cold
Brr, It can't get chilly, lil hoe don't get silly
This cost me a milli, you bitches broke
I spend them bands, I'm popping them tags
I get what I want when I walk in the store
I see it, I buy it
Bitch you not slick so don't try it
And I'll start a riot
Don't speak lil hoe be quiet

I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home
I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home

You know I came for the fame I the power
Got these hoes mad im making them sour
Bitch you not tough lil hoe you a coward
I'll take yo nigga and f*ck em for hours
Don't wont that nigga, I pass em to sis
You taking shots but all of em missed
Bitches be hating they stay on my dick
Since you so mad, give my black ass a kiss
Nobody do it like me, Im so cool, these bitches whack
Running laps around this niggas like i'm sprinting on the track
If I take off with yo nigga know that he ain't coming back
Everything Im rocking new, I made that nigga spend them racks

I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home
I got bands, bitch I'm on
And I'm hot, Im what he want
Yo nigga, come get em, he texting my phone
Don't need em, can't love em, I send me back home