Said I'm

Cute in the face and small in the waist

And I'm a

Run wit you whores

But I win the race

And it's just a matter of time

'Fore I'm running things

I mean commander in charge

Executive plays

And I

Get money 'tomar

Get money today

You just

Wasting my time

Bitch get out my way

Ain't no way I'm a lose

I win everything

Plus I know all the codes

Invented the game

Meaning I'm the producer

Complex the King

Martin Luther

Not one to tame

This bitch ruthless

And bet I always get to it

Complex so dumb

That bitch 'stupid

On еvery track

I shit, doo doo it

Watch my reign

Ru-ru-ruling it

Bitch, I been d-d-doing this

Eight years in I'm just gеtting rich

Can't go broke doubling every shift

Pushing hard like a pregnant bitch

Plex so proper and elegant

But sometimes it's bitch-etiquette

Stick wit me got the winner's kit

Yes there is some weed stashed in it

Come on please know you faking it

No encore hit the bleachers kid

Anyway

Fuck what haters say

Do your fucking thing

They 'hatin either way

You might as well get paid

For all the shit you say

That's what I told myself

And now making bank

Ain't no one in my way

And if you step too close

Make sure you'll never step again

And if you need a course

Bitch, I could teach you 'bout the game

I'm hungry as a horse

Shorty our plates don't look the same

They keep on slinging shots

But man, these bitches got no aim

Complex still taking over shit

Yes, I'm the one to blame

Kept working on myself

A fucking Goddess I became

I know he told you I'm his chick

But bby, Iontt claim

I know you slid in my dms

Too bad you're fucking lame

And no you can't have my number

Because your games the same

As all these other whack niggas

This shit surely a shame

We settling too much

These niggas need to step it up

Bby, won't you kiss and rub my back

Tell me I'm fucking beautiful

The best you've ever had

Tell me I'm so intelligent

Tell me you love my ass

But boy you bet not tell the world

And blow your fucking chance

Shorty let me really be straight up

I'm just trynna fuck

'Cause your ass phat like a truck

Play in your hair and kiss your face

And tell you I'm in love

But bitch you keep it to yourself

Or swear I'm fucking gone

Plex the type to really fuck it up

'Hop up on the track

And throw them 'ova niggas off

Plex the type to do her fucking thing

'Hop up on the scene

And stunt on everyone who came

Plex the one so girl don't get fucked up

Keep talking all that shit

It's on sight

No hey, wassup

Plex that bitch 'ya nigga dream about

He slipped and called you my name

'Cause he miss my sloppy mouth

Plex the shit and bitch I know you knew

Keep acting if you want

We know you listening too

Plex is just her MF self

That's who she'll always be

Take a note and find yourself