April P - Bummy

I'll eat a bitch nigga up for breakfast
And shit him out so that the next bitch can have him for dinner
I don't give a FUUUUUCK
Do I need to say it? everything? ok
A nigga can't do shit for me
If he could barely do it for hisself
On my grind it's like masturbation how the money flowin'
Cause I make that shit come with no help
I told em look baby imma get to you but right now I gotta handle my wealth (MONEY)
Then I threw some change at em
Lil kiss on the cheek then I put his ass back on the shelf
He ain't really like that shit (NOPE)
I guess he don't want a boss type bitch (NOPE)
He know if I pull up on em then it's over
Whippin a Honda but fuck in the Rover
I might have to talk slick to em, but he like it
Got em singin' like Drake, Controla (DRAAAKE)
You uh weak bitch if yo nigga control ya
I'm uh real bitch and I'm ready to show ya (Uh)
Yuh, the blixky the blixky
Can't hang around if they fingers are sticky
Touch me bet the situation get tricky
It ain't my fault that yo nigga wan hit me
It ain't my fault that yo nigga don't give a fuck
And he too busy gone off them double cups
Any bitch that want it we can squabble up
This uh PSA who wanna test they luck
Treat a bitch like McDonald's I'll size her up
Need a bitch like Ciara gon level up
Need a bitch that run shit call me Forrest Gump
Hit that bitch with my kicks if I'm feelin' pumped
She mad cause my lips don't need filler
I'm elaborate these bitches vanilla
Tell a dude DON'T like my name Bryson Tiller
(Tell a dude DON'T like my name Bryson Tiller)
HUH
I don't need yo money, nigga
I got my own plus you bummy, nigga
Switch up if you actin' funny, nigga
You say you real but chu dummy, nigga (Uh)
I ain't ya ex or yo mom or yo therapist, so watch yo tone when you come for me
The chicks from yo past might not get on yo ass, but best believe I do it comfortably
And I'm not finna let you run over me
And if that's whatchu think then that's OUT
Childish nigga, got his thumb in his mouth
I been raisin' niggas from L.A. to the south
A nigga can't do shit for me
If he could barely do it for hisself
On my grind it's like masturbation how the money flowin'
Cause I make that shit come with no help
I told em look baby imma get to you but right now I gotta handle my wealth
Then I threw some change at em
Lil kiss on the cheek then I put his ass back on the shelf

Written by:
April Pearce

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