Milly T - City Girl Stressin'

Here we go again
Found out she was broke
So I had to scoop her friend
I’m Out in the A
This is just for the weekend
She text me fast where the bag
Either bands or no linking
I blocked her number quick (why)
I just met her on the gram yesterday
And she hit me wit this dumb shit
Sometimes these bitches
Yea they really amaze me
Peep the fits that I complete
And then they beg for my baby
I like a bitch that’s bout her Bidness
Not the bitch beggin pay me
It’s the girls that’s in the city
I be driving them brazy
Up And Early To A View
How she wanna wake up
I wanna wear a crispy tee
Without seeing her my ake up
It’s the simple things
That get in the way
She tell me cash out in Dior
But TV dinners is on the plate
She think she bad and she a savage now
She say her favorite artist Boosie
And I got her friend to wipe me down
Reply to stories all like imma clown
You a 8 And she a 10 that’s improving
Why u can’t be proud?
And Please forgive me
Just for thinking out loud
But it was time to speak up
On these bitches who foul
They posting every single dollar
Hoping fans will be proud
Behind the scenes she like a farmer
Trynna to milk every cow
She Just A
City Girl Stressin
She Never Really Got It
So The Spenders She Be Neckin
See I’m not here for love
I just came to see you naked
You Flexing in your story
Like your pussy is a weapon
For 40 you could rent it
You Know Them City Girls Stressin
I put you on to game
So just count me as a blessing
BYATB
I Just Hope You Get The Message
If you was such a boss
Then ya money you can spend it
But why That Money Always Pending
This situation just occurs every time
These bitches talk a lot of dollars
But they ain’t got a dime
You see them posting in a telly
Only Fans Or They Live
This ain’t some shit that I’m just saying
Seen the shit wit my eyes
NPull up late and pop the Tron
And watch the demon disguise
You would’ve thought she was a lady
Man that bitch for the guys
In the dm trynna see me
I’m not really surprised
And best believe if that’s my ex
You always single my guy
Fly Niggas get the first day fucks
We know wassup
A lil food & 42
And she’ll be giving it up
In the Uber I maneuver
No rubber and I’m shooter
And I’m always selling dreams
More dangerous than Freddy Kruger
(1, 2)
It’s really simple math
Hit em wit a lil gas
Tell em that they got some ass
You got em once you flash the cash
I only preach what I know
And I know bitches is hoes
Selling they souls
For Chanel and the finer clothes
They jackin that they got it tho
I laugh and be like yea I know
Pour my feelings in a styrofoam
Smoke a blunt of runts
I bust a nut then I send you home
Another shawty Trynna work the pole
I do the same then she gotta go
I tell the truth to my women
I always lie to my bitches
It’s a difference
If you don’t know than in this world
You finished
She Just A
City Girl Stressin
She Never Really Got It
So The Spenders She Be Neckin
See I’m not here for love
I just came to see you naked
You Flexing in your story
Like your pussy is a weapon
For 40 you could rent it
You Know Them City Girls Stressin
I put you on to game
So just count me as a blessing
BYATB
I Just Hope You Get The Message
If you was such a boss
Then ya money you can spend it
But why That Money Always Pending
Milly T
BNB
Keep them broke bitches from around me

Written by:
Treyvon Godfrey

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