Lola Monroe - B.B. lyrics

rate me

Hey yo chef, tell these bangers we the best for real

Hey yo gipsy, point out the next bitch for me to kill

Kill ‘em all with the dildo

Fuck all these pussies, no deal, though

Let me introduce moi, see, I’m the coldest bitch to introduce y’all

To the coldest shit y’all into …

This big shit, we a big deal, this must’ve been how Big feel

Unstoppable, un-topable, this shit a breeze, my writing so tropical

Lead them suckers to the hoes, no popsicles

Here in DaVinci gowns and it ain’t coppable

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit

Living like oh so fuck the car shit

Got that money and know she all in

Now you tell me who the boss bitch

Versace pieces come out in the summer

She be getting this bread but now these bitches want it

They talk about it but she really do it

Fuck that bullshit, she be always in the news

If you wanna bullshit, yeah, you gotta go

Show some courtesy, my nigga, yeah, that’s Miss Monroe

‘Bout that money, yeah, we ain’t tripping, we make it now

Put that on the gang and I band, nigga, tailor that

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit

Living like oh so fuck the car shit

Got that money and know she all in

Now you tell me who the boss bitch

Hope you motherfuckers got your cash up

Yeah, it’s very expensive, nigga

The conversation, just to get on the phone it’s expensive, nigga

Yeah, nigga, cash

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit

Living like oh so fuck the car shit

Got that money and know she all in

Now you tell me who the boss bitch