Lor Complex - Better

I'm that bitch from AM to PM
Your baby daddy love the way
I freak him and leave him
I stack my own cash
A nigga never need them
And I'm a big girl
So the meat gets eaten
From the front I like it slow
From the back do the dash
If you ain't know now you know
That Big Plex in her bag
I'm the shit yeah that's 'fo 'sho
You get kept in the back
Baby Plex is 'bout to blow
So I wouldn't stand so close
Do it big yeah do the most
And the way I shine is gross
Call him jaw
He call me throat
I'm a Cap so I'm the goat
Bitches live for what I post
I get checks from coast to coast
Keep my own damn shit afloat
Said he want me
I said don't
Told him up no where to hope
Think I'm playing ain't no joke
The next nigga I let stroke
Rey paint me portraits with his nose
Said you love me under oath
I still wouldn't trust the hoe
Shit ain't real it be a hoax
Make a bitch want all the smoke
Man who better than me
I said who better than me
Bring your bitch to the table
I bet she still wouldn't eat
Get a call from a label
Tell 'em finger number 3
I'm independent and winning
I said who better than me
Ain't nobody better
I am shitting on your bitch
In any kind of weather
Be needing a fat J
To get my mind together
I'm rey go get paid
I'm the slickest eva
Come up 10 plus
When I close a deal
Did it on my own
How you think it feel
Sometimes I look to God
Like - is it real?
But I deserve it all
You should see my reel
Get lit everyday
Like it's my birthday
Never gave a fuck
About what you say
'Ya nigga beating down my phone
Like it's his duty
If I don't answer he
Have a bad day
Yeah, I talk shit
'Cause I'm 'bout that
Everything I say
You can fact check
I don't leave the house
For less than 8 racks
Man, what Gotti say
I got that fucking sack
Man who better than me
I said who better than me
Bring your bitch to the table
I bet she still wouldn't eat
Get a call from a label
Tell 'em finger number 3
I'm independent and winning
I said who better than me
I'm a get it fucking all
Fucking all
If you keep up on that slick shit
Lose 'ya jaw
Lose 'ya jaw
I don't worry 'bout these broads
'Bout these broads
If I really want the nigga
Then you lost
Then you lost
I don't worry 'bout the cost
'Bout the cost
Man that shit feel really good
I had to crawl 'fore I ball
Bitch I am a fucking boss
Fucking boss
CEO of so much shit
I I might break my ankle off
Man who better than me
I said who better than me
Bring your bitch to the table
I bet she still wouldn't eat
Get a call from a label
Tell 'em finger number 3
I'm independent and winning
I said who better than me

Written by:
CHRISTIAN JOEL JONES, JUSTIN CLEMONS, JOSHUA CONERLY, KEITH ROSS

Publisher:
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