[Intro]

Y'all broke ass niggas better stop playin'

Sick of these niggas

Y'all niggas all cap

Y'all better get that bag right

Fuck these niggas

It's Sidi' bitch

Y'all niggas better come PUA

[Chorus]

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks

[Verse 1]

Wa-wa-walked in and lure like I'm all that

Fresh to the floor, bitch, it's all sacks

He hit my phone, nigga, sick, I ain't call back

He ain't tryna spend no fuckin' pape, I'ma fall back

Order me a chicken dinner or a flask

Look around the club, I see all racks

He ordered me a thousand onеs and took'em all back

If you ain't in your feelings, what you call that?

Three thousand dollar Gucci, fit with the ball cap

The jеwelry that I'm rocking make you wanna take yours back

I blew through them scammers with them niggas playing ball at

Looking through this bitch like where my lil ball at

Bye bye nigga, big dick, blow my walls back

Heard you bitches had a problem, I'ma saw that

Jumped in the drop, hard top, make it fall back

And act like the summer just left, bitch fall back

[Chorus]

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks

[Verse 2]

Pu-pull up to your city, white F's on the white 6

$30,000 light show on my right wrist

Where I'm from they throw white ice on a white stick

Talking all heavy but you got on all that light shit

Wake up in the morning to the mall, I just buy shit

My nigga won't let me leave the crib, I'm a flight risk

Big house a few cars all night shit

$50,000 worth of furniture and my shit

Sick of bitches talking boss this boss that

When you hear boss bitch talk bitch don't talk back

Talk-talk-talk to the curb make it talk back

And nigga talking money you don't talk that

First to death in Celine

Yeah, I'm dressed nice but my head game mean

Two hundred thousand worth of jewelry fuck you mean

Pretty face, big ass, busting out the jeans

[Chorus]

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks

Sick of bitches talking boss this, boss that

You ain't bossing shit, bitch you all cap

Only tough on the computer, bitch you all cap

Aye, look up in my bag, bitches all racks