WHO THE FUCK IS YOU!

Bitch, what? Hold on, turn that shit up. Ayy, I ain’t come to play with nobody. If the shoe fit, lace that motherfucker up. [HOOK] Who the fuck is you? Bitch, I don’t know you. Talkin’ all that shit, but I never told you to. I’m a whole damn problem, what the fuck you gon’ do? Pretty face, fat attitude, and my pockets got room. Bitch, I’m outside, I ain’t duckin’ no smoke. He keep callin’ my phone, tell that motherfucker don’t. Got these hoes real mad ‘cause I’m doing the most. I ain’t even at my peak, bitch, I’m still doing both. [VERSE 1] Bitch, I’m bad, I’m bold, I’m a whole damn threat. Got a mouth full of fire and a body they respect. You be talkin’ like a boss, but your bills ain’t paid yet. Worry ’bout my fucking life, bitch, go worry ’bout your debt. I don’t beef with broke bitches, that’s beneath my pay grade. You been tryna get a reaction, bitch, I’m not your arcade. He said I’m a little crazy, I said, “Baby, that’s okay.” I’m the reason your new bitch checking my page every day. Face card never declined, bitch, that’s automatic. Walk in looking expensive, whole outfit problematic. He said I’m hard to handle, I said, “Nigga, that’s a fact.” You ain’t built for this shit, go and take your ass back. [HOOK] Who the fuck is you? Bitch, I don’t know you. Talkin’ all that shit, but I never told you to. I’m a whole damn problem, what the fuck you gon’ do? Pretty face, fat attitude, and my pockets got room. [VERSE 2 – FAST FLOW] Okay, bitch, let’s get it, I’m a different type of pressure. You can have the little boy, I don’t want that motherfucker. I be stacking up my paper while you stacking up excuses. You be talking like you winning, but your actions looking stupid. I’m a bad bitch, period, put a comma after that. Got a smart mouth, pretty eyes, and a whole lot of sass. He keep asking where I’m going, bitch, I’m getting to the bag. If you ain’t talking money, you can kiss my fucking ass. I’m not friendly, I’m selective, there’s a difference, understand? I can make a little plan and turn that shit into a grand. You be worried ’bout a man, I be worried ‘bout my brand. If he can’t bring nothing to me, he can go and hold his hand. [BEAT SWITCH – TALK YOUR SHIT] Wait, wait, wait. Bitch, let me say something. You ain’t competition. You ain’t even in the race. You just mad because I’m pretty AND I know how to get paid. Damn, that’s crazy. [VERSE 3 – HARD PUNCHLINES] I’m the type to make a hater have a bad-ass morning. Wake up, check my page, now her whole day boring. Got a couple bad habits, but my bank account gorgeous. If being that bitch was a crime, I’d be doing life for it. He want a sweet lil’ girl, better go find a bakery. I ain’t nobody’s option, don’t be playing games with me. You can keep that fake love, that shit ain’t worth a fee. I’m the whole damn package, ain’t no shipping next to me. Bitch, I’m cocky, I’m conceited, I’m a little bit rude. But I earned every bit, I ain’t asking for approval. Got these motherfuckers watching everything I do. If you hate me that much, bitch, why you know my moves? [FINAL HOOK] Who the fuck is you? Bitch, I don’t know you. Talkin’ all that shit, but I never told you to. I’m a whole damn problem, what the fuck you gon’ do? Pretty face, fat attitude, and my pockets got room. WHO THE FUCK IS YOU? WHO THE FUCK IS YOU? Bitch, I’m THAT motherfucker. Now what the fuck you gon’ do? [OUTRO] Yeah. Don’t get mad at me, bitch. Get your shit together. I’m not the one. I’m not the two. And I’m damn sure not the three.