AURA - Intellectual

[Intro]

Damn, this shit crank

(Doowop in the cut, he gon' shoot you)

Let me let y'all know somethin' real quick

Let me tell y'all somethin'

Come on

I'm tired of holding my tongue

The next girl speak on my name gettin' stomped out right there

Nigga, we gettin' it done

Ol' girl still mad 'bout a nigga that don't even want her, but keep him just 'cause she dumb

And my mama ain't raise no dummy

So you can have him 'cause I know what he come with

Got a hundred problems and a hundred bands'll solve 'em, gotta get that easy fix

Othеr opp still broke and mad, gotta pillow talk to get girls on her sidе

Whole time, I don't really care 'cause these goofy hoes never cross my mind

I'm too high class, you way to broke, so why would you lie on my body?

I'm too high class, so that was a joke, ain't no one believe that lie

I just had to smack a girl last Tuesday, this broad must've lost her mind

She came back with her friends, still got crushed, y'all can't beat me combined

I think I'm the baddest in the room, you gotta blame my mama (Oh, I gotta blame her)

With a face like hers and a mug like this, I gotta defend her honor

With a smile like this and a voice like this, I gotta maintain my rank

Instead of taking me out to eat, how 'bout you take me to the bank

Instead of taking me to pops, I'm thinkin' Miami, Florida

They say I'm one of them ones, they sayin' I got aura

They say, "Bri3 comin' up" and all I did was keep my patience

I can't wait 'til I get rich, I know the opps gon' be outrageous (They mad)

Why you mix up prints and think you can dress? Lil' mama, it's givin' tacky (Ew)

Can't tell me nothin' if no money involved, last time I checked, you ain't my daddy

I'm getting flowers from boys in middle school who used to call me, "Blackie"

Now all of a sudden I'm chocolate, cute, gorgeous, they tryna get at me

I'm just seventeen, I'm runnin' it up, I'm taking trips out Cincinnati

I was gettin bored 'til they mentioned money

They lost me, then they had me