Bodak Purple (lordmix)
• Written by MacPierce
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
lil babe slidin in time to party
make your move, honestly
lil mama at the top with me
You know where I be
lil mama you know i speaks the truth
do your dance doin lil moves
countin up the bands
riches nigga in the land
Honestly, never been behind bars
never worried bout that money
Dropped two bomb in six months
What chick hiding as hard as me?
I don't fuck with these hoes
but these hoes be bother me
They see pictures, they see rollies
Bitch, I'm who they tryna be
your nigga can not relate
I might just sleep with your boo
I might just steal your babe
her pussy kitty and cake
got her good couldn't stay wake
it is all day
I get to do what i want
I buy her Christian Loius Vitton
I the ice on the wrist
Nigga you mad you looking piss
I get the check every month
Your girl told yall niggas im number one
Now yall niggas heard of me
On the run rich as can be
My lifestyle, it ain't cheap
Never payed a bill
On the move no time to chill
Think these nigga after me
All my shooters want to kill
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
If she a cutie she wife
You a g you for life
Niggas be runnin out the way
Makin niggas my bitch like matt Rife
And I just call my brother
Told me its lit, its lit, its lit
I put my hand on top her hips
I lick the way she licks her lips
I say, Im rich like Bill Gates
This not fair still gettin payed
I got that ice and gold
My girl love to play her role
I pull up in the a Cali
Im number one there's no barely
I got the shooters today
I need to hit em before its to late
I need to let the streets know
That none of they niggas is safe
I only eat lobster and steak
Number one, can not debate
I still to live in the P's
Hood girls like nicki yes please
Rollies everywhere, rollie on the wrist
Had to let these nigga know
that nigga im really the shits
Hit the corner in the whip
Another chick with my click
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
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MacPierce
Member since November 22 2017