Ain't Equal lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy
I lost my mommy and my granny in the same month (What?)
A bunch of bitches talking down 'cause I'm coming up
I know some people in my own city hating on me (Damn)
And if you hoping I fall off, you gon' be waiting on it, ayy
I'm the only child, I never wanted to be in no clique
You a rat, I ain't no mouse, I know we ain't finna click
A born leader, I ain't never want to be like a bitch
I been a freak, so I keep a nigga sucking my clit
Okay, let's talk about it, no petty shit, let's keep that shit a bill (Okay)
It's a difference in the bitch who rap and the bitch who rap for real
I'm dedicated, this my passion in me, can't nobody take it (Huh)
Bitch, you know your favorite rapper could never keep up with Megan
Bitch, we ain't equal
Y'all fucking on the same niggas, pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that
Trust me, you ain't scarin' me, bitch, I ain't intimidated (Hell nah)
I ain't gon' argue with no ho who just a fan of me (A fan)
You taking shots at a bitch that'll never care (Bah-bah-bah)
How it's on sight and I don't never see you nowhere? (Bitch)
Niggas coming too strong, wait a minute, hold on (Wait, wait)
Let him eat me out and still put him in the friend zone (Ah, ah)
Bitches wanna hang when they know they really hate me
I'm still winning even if you don't congratulate me
Niggas gettin' mad they can't hit, boy, this my pussy
Stick the whole clip up in your throat and make you feel pussy
Bitch, I been popping, doing numbers, been lit
And since the nigga think he made me, tell him do it again
Bitch, we ain't equal
Y'all fucking on the same niggas, pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that
Another bitch shining ain't gon' dim my light (Uh-uh)
Another bitch beef ain't gon' make me fight (Yeah)
I never been a fan of competitive shit
'Cause I'm still a winner up against whoever it is (Ah)
They be talking, yeah, I see it, all that clout, I don't need it
Hoes showing fake love when they really hate to see it
Niggas tryna get some fame off my name, that's a shame
When I started making money, that's when everybody changed, huh
Real Hot Girl shit
Still the same bitch
Ah
Savage lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
I'm that bitch (Yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (Ah)
Will forever be that bitch (Forever be that bitch)
Yeah (Ayy, ah)
I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (Yeah)
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Pussy like water, I'm unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
I'm a savage (Yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening?
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah)
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I'm showing (Ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I'm showing (Baow)
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
If it ain't about the money, then you know I'm gon' ignore it
I'm the shit, ooh (Ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh (Too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy (Still that bitch)
I'm still that bitch, yeah (Ah)
I'm a savage
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening?
Bitch, I'm lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don't let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin' 'bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I'm in a Lam', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I'm kickin' bitches out they spot, Stalli' Chan, yeah (Ah, yeah)
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet (Ah)
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah
Captain Hook lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Ayy, bitch, I'm a problem nobody solvin'
You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless
He want a bitch look like Megan Thee Stallion (Yeah)
Don't want your nigga 'cause I want his daddy
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
And I promise my nigga's gon' love me the same
I'm a Hot Girl, don't try it at home
I wear the shit that be showing my thong
I like to drink and I like to have sex
I fuck the niggas that's cutting the checks
Dance on the dick, now, you been served
I like a dick with a little bit of curve
Hit this pussy with an uppercut
Call that nigga Captain Hook
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
I love niggas with conversation that find the clit with no navigation
Mandatory that I get the head, but no guarantees on the penetration (Huh)
I be texting with a bi chick, we both freaky, just trying shit (Mwah)
Main nigga getting super jealous, he don't even know about the other fellas
I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, I just might need a baker, make that pussy cream (Pussy cream)
Okay, you woke up mad at me 'fore you ain't brush your teeth
Mm-mm-mm, that's just super sad, fuck it, carpe diem, ah
I'm so indecisive, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey (But I'm wifey)
I just want a nigga who gon' slurp me like an Icee (Slurp me like an Icee)
Bitches bite me so hard, had to put them on a diet (Put them on a diet)
Bitch, this ain't no tryout, so lil' ho, you better not try me (Ho, you better not try me)
I got a man, I got a bitch
I'm a banana, they gotta split (Hey, hey, ah)
One in your top, one in your tip (Hey, hey)
One for the club, one for the crib (One for the crib)
My nigga fine, I wanna fuck
Ice in his mouth, eat me up
Rockin' his chain, wearin' his ring
Gettin' some brain, ah, ah, ah
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
Hot Girl Summer, I ain't fucking with no drama, huh (Fuckin' with no drama)
He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner, huh (Hey, with his partner)
Fuck him good, introduce me to his mama, huh (To his mama)
Thought he had me 'til I came out with the condom, huh (With the condom)
Drinking D'USSÉ out the motherfuckin' bottle, hey (Out the motherfuckin' bottle)
I'm a rapper, not no motherfuckin' model, huh (Not no motherfuckin' model)
Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another, huh (Think I'll have another)
I'm too sexy to be fucking under covers, huh
I know you know me, I ain't gotta introduce shit, hmm (Introduce shit)
Same crew, I ain't hanging with no new bitch, hmm (Hangin' with no new bitch)
I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit, hmm (Bitch, I rock new shit)
I ain't fucking with that nigga, I got new dick, hmm (Woah)
Please don't try me, lil' bitch, you know I'm with that, hmm (Bitch, you know I'm 'bout that)
I'll break a ho in half like a Kit-Kat, hmm (Like a Kit-Kat)
Please don't ask me 'bout it if you know I did that, huh (Bitch, you know I did that)
Not a stylist, but I'll push your fucking wig back, huh
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
Mwah
Hit My Phone lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Kehlani)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Ayy
Posted, toasted, hangin' at the back
Made money all year, make a toast with the yak
Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back
And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact
I seen a lot of fuck shit, but I'ma let it slide
I got it in my system, now I'm really tryna ride
I don't know if it's us Aquarius'
That just like to have fun and ain't scared to fuck (Ah)
[Kehlani:]
I get nasty
When the moon come out and the juice kick in
Liquor in my system, system
No need to ask me
When the party end 'cause I'm on my way
To give you what you're missin', missin'
It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, yeah, tonight
So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, oh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Ayy, ayy
I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (Yeah)
You can hit it in the party if you're feelin' risky (Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be
On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (Yeah)
Now tell them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet
Before you look at him, you know I'm the one you see (Yeah bitch)
He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak
Nah, I just never play with bitches like that
I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful
And I know I'm from the south, but you need your goggles (Yeah, ha)
Party like a vato, shots of the blanco
Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos
I'm tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good
I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could (Yeah)
But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net (Ah)
So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed (Ah)
[Kehlani:]
So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, oh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, yeah, tonight
B.I.T.C.H. lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(I'd rather keep it real with ya')
Real hot girl shit
It ain't always about what you like, sometimes it's about what's right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
Why you wanna play with me? You know I'm undefeated
A real hot girl know how to keep a nigga heated
You say you want respect? Well treat me how you wanna be treated
You told me "keep it real" but you don't practice what you preachin'
You want me to blow your phone up and come looking for you till I find you
You really want me to whoop the hoe that you fuckin' with if I find her
Bitch you ain't that busy, I don't give a fuck what you ain't got time for
You look me in my eyes and know you lyin', man that's fraud, bruh
Man you knew I was a player 'fore you met me, need to relax
You know that you gon' hate me if I get to playin' get-back
I ain't turn into no bad bitch when you met me, boy I been that
You tryna make me something that I ain't, and I ain't with that
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I got my mind on gettin' paid, we ain't spoke in some days
He prolly thinkin' I'm in pain, but I'm really on game
Ain't no nigga finna stop me, independent, I got me
All the shit that I be needin' can't depend on a "prolly"
And that's fucked up 'cause you know that I don't fuck with nobody
I be quiet, but you out here tellin' stories one-sided
I ain't perfect, and I try to fix the shit that ain't working
But it's 2020, I ain't finna argue 'bout twerking
Since you wanna test the waters, might as well jump in with both feet
If you leave me, and you see me, better act like you don't know me
If you thinking shit get better with another bitch, go get her
When you realize she ain't got you like I got you, I can't help you
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a B.I.T.C.H.
(I'd rather keep it real with ya')
Rich lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Hey, ayy, ayy
I ain't never need a nigga money 'cause I make it
But if that nigga wanna pay a bill, I'ma take it
I love a lot of zeros, but I don't fuck with no losers (Yeah)
Two type of people in this world and I'm a chooser (Yeah)
I was in the club with my trick eating suya (Hey)
Brought my freaky friend 'cause he know I ain't gon' do nothin' (Nah)
He be eating everybody pussy, I can't kiss him
I'ma give him back when he broke, I can't fix him (Nah)
Should've saw his face when I ran it up in Louis (Ha)
I'ma treat the nigga how he look (Ayy, ayy), stupid
I'm a rich bitch with some rich friends (Yeah, yeah, hey)
If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (Buy, buy)
I'm a boss bitch, I don't need help (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (Ooh, ooh)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (Hey, hey)
Rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own (Money on my own)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I'm a rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own, ah (Ayy, ayy)
I get real money, big rolls, no tummy (Huh)
Buy it off the mannequin, I go real dummy (Yes)
I'm the hot girl, I'm the it bitch (It bitch)
Probably got your favorite nigga on my block list, uh (Ayy, hey, yeah)
Ain't no upgradin' when you goin' after me (Goin' after me)
Your bitch ain't in my bracket, stop comparing her to me ('Paring her to me)
You in love with him, but he buyin' shit for me (Buyin' shit for free)
We be spendin' time, but he know it ain't for free (Yeah)
I'm a rich bitch with some rich friends (Yeah, yeah, hey)
If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (Buy, buy)
I'm a boss bitch, I don't need help (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (Ooh, ooh)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (Hey, hey)
Rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own (Money on my own)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I'm a rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own, ah (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet
If it ain't about no motherfuckin' money, don't be lookin' for me
Ah
Stop Playing lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Gunna)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
Way too lit, watch my drip
When I take that sip, niggas know I ain't playin'
I'm from the H, excuse my slang
I'm comin' down, know what I'm sayin'?
I really be workin', bought me a Birkin
I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate
Sayin' you happy and knowin' you hatin'
Don't congratulate me, you bitches is fake (Yeah)
Just got a bag, went to the lot
Looked at the dealer and told him, "I'll take it"
Before I was rich, I was poppin' my shit
Now that I'm lit, ain't shit changed
Watchin' me blow up, watchin' me glow up
Ayy, I know you can't take it, ayy
Talkin' that shit from way over there
Huh, bitch, stop playin'
[Megan Thee Stallion (Gunna):]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch (Watch), look at my ring (Ring)
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
[Gunna:]
Say it again
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin' (Stop playin')
Your Rolex is flooded, look at your hand (Your hand)
My house came with acres, I own some land (Yeah)
Big booty bitch 'bout to bust out her pants (Woo)
Damn, look how she walk (Walk), she got a stance (Stance)
These hoes throwin' salt (Salt), you might get a chance
Young Wunna big boss, my M's in advance (Yeah)
Feel like a prince (Prince), money gon' print
I'm kickin' shit, young Jackie Chan (Wah)
I'm the new voice, ridin' 'round with that bread (That bread)
My crew done got rich, ain't no way be depressed (Depressed)
I'm so elite (Elite), I'm the rap MVP (Uh-huh)
Ain't no way to compete, you get way too much rest (Much rest)
Keep that shit on, every day I be dressed (Be dressed)
I'm rockin' Margiela, this t-shirt is mesh
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
Ah
Crying In The Car lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Money to make and we all gon' spend it
Takin' care of my team, they wit' me
Can't complain, can't do no trippin'
Sayin' a prayer and I know he hear me
People keep sayin' I should be the bigger person
Who's gonna worry 'bout me when I'm hurtin'?
Got one more time, keep talkin' that shit
And I'ma wild out and go hard on a bitch
I been stayin' up all night
My niggas in the street, I'm makin' sure they're alright
And if I tell 'em it's a issue, then it's on sight
I'm on point, let me show you what that aim like
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
Nigga, why you wanna play with me?
And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?
He a snake and you layin' in the snake pit
'Cause he the type of nigga fuck a bitch I'm cool with
I don't want to talk and I barely wanna listen
Niggas playin' tag and they all tryna get me
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay winnin'
Young bitch just tryna make these millions
You know ya really motivatin' me
I'm really happy that you mothafuckas hate me
All them hoes get quiet when I walk in
They don't bother me, I know them bitches ain't shit
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
What I Need lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
I'm the only one that know ya best
And I'm the only one that make you happy when you're stressed
Know I'm kinda crazy, I'm a big baby
I was out here wildin', I'm just happy you was patient (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know this pussy like a drug to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know I soften up the thug in ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I wanna come confess my love to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I could never get enough of ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) still got love for ya
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need (Ayy, ayy)
Now who the fuck you think you fucking with if it ain't me?
Boy, if you don't see me in your future, you can't see
My body only work for you, I'm a love machine
Baby, we a team and you match me like a theme
I know I sent a couple crazy texts, but I ain't mean that
Said you was my nigga, so you gon' forever be that
What you get is what you get, know that real is what you need
I know it's hard to deal, I be trippin', but that's me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) still got love for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
You know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
Realer lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Check, check, check
LilJuMadeDisBeat
Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real bitches fuck with me (Ayy)
I don't do shit for the free, man
Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy)
Put some respect on my team (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
Bitch, you better learn who run it
'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy)
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
Hotter any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy)
They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay)
Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel
Dreams, fuck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)
Hood Rat Shit lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
I want to do it 'cause it's fun
It's fun to do bad things
(Hood rat shit)
Drive into a car (Ahh)
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwuah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Yeah) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
I'm from South Park
I be in Dead End
I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
They wanna know 'bout me
They say, "Tell me your story"
Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money
Out here and I'm getting it, ayy
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ayy
Little bitty boys, big titties
Whole lotta hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
405-0 can't stop shit
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ayy
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Yeah) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda
Hoes love to act, but they ain't with the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit with the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends
You ain't from my hood
What you doing round here?
Asking all them questions
You must be the Feds
Better get from round here
'Fore you wind up dead
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Yeah) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa
I don't wanna fuck without the Medula
Hood rich, doing hood shit
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
This some Henny bitch
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
Make it clap
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Yeah) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Pimpin lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (Swipe)
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (Hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in (Hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there (Hey, hey)
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead
I could never ever let a nigga fuck me out my bread
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
He said he ain't trickin' (What?)
And he said he ain't lickin' (Ugh!)
Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit?
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it"
Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Bitch, is you fucking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
I want a nigga, I know how to get him
Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up
Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin'
These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me
Givin' me money or making me nut
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Flew to LA, hit Rodeo
I been out here makin' queso
I bought all my shit in cash
They treat me like I'm movin' llelo
I go shopping by myself so they know I don't need a nigga
But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
When you hear my fucking name
Know they speaking on a champ
Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ahh
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit
Copy me, I peep that shit
Popping on my own
I ain't never tried to be a bitch
Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind
Every ho that came and tried
Out here strugglin', looking tired
Going to school, breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I don't complain
I must be poppin' if they know my name
Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane
Ho get too close and get slapped with the rain
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there
Cash Shit lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. DaBaby)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm in my bag, but I'm in his too
And that's why every time you see me, I got some new shoes
Ah, mwah, ayy, look
Lil Ju made this beat
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get off', hold up
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get offended
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait
I can't be fucked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ayy
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ayy
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
[DaBaby:]
You know why these bitches love me? (Why?)
'Cause Baby don't give a fuck (What you do?)
I be fixin' the weave while she suckin' my dick
Pull it out, then I tittyfuck (Uh, uh)
I fuck her from the back and she nasty, killin' her
Know how I give it up (Yeah, yeah)
I be cool on 'em, bitch, ain't no pressure (Uh-uh)
'Til I met this lil' freak, her name Megan (Ooh)
This lil' thing here a stallion, look how she walk
Look how she talk, she sexy (Mwah)
I like when they pretty and ghetto (Uh-huh)
Type of bitch that don't even say hello (Yeah, yeah)
And whenever we fuck, she be fuckin' me back
Put her in the headlock with my elbow (Mmh)
Now she done reversed it
Got up on the dick and ride the shit like a Camaro, uh
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
I can't be fucked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ayy
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ayy
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah (Hey, hey, look)
I don't be stressin' 'bout none of these niggas
When they be talkin', I don't even listen
Tellin' me secrets, I probably forget it
But I'ma tune in when he say he gon' lick it
He told 'em send me a pic 'cause he miss me
I told him send me a stack if he really
I don't be trusting these tricks 'cause they tricky
Send him a pic of somebody else titties
I'm a finesser and I'm a fly dresser
Move to the top floor and flew in my dresser
My bitches hustle, make money together
Your bitches birds and they flockin' together
I can't decide if I want the new Louis
Dapper Dan yellow, I'm always in Gucci
Your mama don't bring your dad to the mall
'Cause when he be in there she know he be choosin'
I can't be fucked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ayy
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ayy
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
W.A.B lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(Mario)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, uh
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (Yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (Huh)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
Yeen 'bout that shit, bitch, so don't play with me, ho (Yeah)
If I run up in your shit, you'll swear I'm dead wrong (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that internet shit, don't get fucked up by the posts (Yeah, by the posts)
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (Ayy, huh)
Promise this ain't what you want
Run through your shit like a comb
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Need to watch your fuckin' tone
Man, you finna piss me off (Ayy, ayy)
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (Bring 'em out)
You ain't never gon' address me
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (Ayy, yeah)
I want all the smoke (Come here)
Don't run when you see me (Come here)
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
And you ain't never really done it (Ayy, yeah)
Ho, you scary and you know it
Watch your mouth before I ho ya
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, uh
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (Yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey, yuh)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (Huh, and your weak ass clique)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
Everything I say, I do that (Ayy)
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (Ayy)
Bitch I 'on't need a crowd
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I can't argue with no ho about a nigga I be dissin'
You need to relax, sis
'Fore you get spun like a bag, kid
I do not know who is gassin' you up (Ayy, ayy)
But I'll knock the key out your bag, bitch (Bag, bitch)
I wanna see what you really about
I wanna to see if you really get down (Yeah)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (Ayy, ayy)
But I wanna see if you really a clown
Talking shit about me, mhmm
When you see me, ain't gon' do nothin'
Got connections out in Texas
Make my niggas come and shoot somethin' (Ayy, ayy, bow-bow-bow)
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (Hey, hey)
Rub me wrong and get this static
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Huh!
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ol' weak ass hoes)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Huh)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, ayy)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Bow, bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, huh)
Mario
Best You Ever Had lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout that
DJ Chose
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I be actin' up right before he come to see me
He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"
Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"
Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah
I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him
When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga
Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller
And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
Yeah, I know you like that, when I talk to you like a freak
I wanna feel it deep so I rolled it on my feet
He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me
I got that hardcore but he want that R&B, ah
Boy, we can make sweet love for hours
Open up for you like flowers
The deeper you go, I get louder
Make it rain on you like showers
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I'ma hold it down for you, and put it down on you
Can't nobody else ride how I ride for you
And if a bitch get slick, knock her down for you
And if you're lookin' for me, I'ma be around for you
You got a diamond, boy, you better act like it
You fuckin' with the baddest, you ain't gotta cap like it
He know I'm the baddest bitch he ever had
Post me on the 'Gram, got his old hoes mad
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that (Mwah)
Simon Says lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Juicy J)
[Intro:]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Play me some pimpin', man
We got a thing going on
No, I’m not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
No, I’m not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Yeah, hey, ayy (Mafia)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
If he fuckin' with me then he know he gonna wait
Pussy finger lickin' good like I mixed it with Old Bay
Nigga actin' like he player when he really just a play
It's some hoes in this house and they goin' through your safe, ah
Hands on your knees, bitch, bust it back, ayy
Through the tights, you can see this pussy fat, ayy
Through them pockets, I can see a nigga’s racks, ayy
I’m a money making bitch, no cap, ayy
Hottest out but you already knew that
Even if I brought him to you, still couldn't get your boo back
I ain’t finna argue with you, this ain't how we do that
You was already mad, I'm just addin' somethin’ to that, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
[Juicy J:]
Simon says give me head 'til I'm sleep ('Til I'm sleep)
She a squirter, now it's all in the sheets (In the sheets)
Love a freaky bitch, I put her ass to work
Ass bustin' out the skirt, pop that pussy like a Perc'
Shawty wanna take the pipe all day and night (Yeah, ho)
She might even swallow somethin' if your paper right (Yeah, ho)
The kids at her mama's house, she down to take a flight
Got a purse full of magnum rubbers and some baby wipes (Yeah, ho)
Yeah, I gotta have it (Have it), ratchet pussy magnet (Magnet)
If she burp a baby out her mouth, I'm the pappy (Mhm)
VIP full off half-naked bitches ass clappin'
Throw a thousand ones in the air, now these hoes jacking
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
Shake That lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
LilJu made this beat
Real fuckin' hot girl shit, bitch
Real fuckin' ratchet shit, bitch
Come in the club and get it clapping and shit, bitch
Yeah, ah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as fuck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
Fuck his ass up, yeah, ah
Who shake that ass the best? Me
He wanna know how I move on the D
I want a nigga that eat like a Q
Why you with her and she built like a P?
Ride on that dick on my tiptoes
Pussy so good that he hittin' the wall
I'm tryna come put that ass in your face
I got him makin' a mess in his clothes
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?"
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?" Ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as fuck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
Fuck his ass up, yeah, ah
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, hmm
Shake them sugar smacks, ayy
So good, it make him cry, uh
Sweet like patty pie, hmm
You ain't got no money, ugh
Boy don't even try, ayy
Bounce that ass like Tigger, huh
Throw that ass on a rich nigga, mmh
Make him hit it hard, ayy
And make your booty bigger, ayy
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, yeah
Shake them sugar smacks, ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as fuck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
Fuck his ass up, yeah, ah
Money Good lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (Ahh)
Ayy, ayy
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a picture should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I'm on some broke ass niggas who be hatin'
Pop a rubber band put that money in they face
I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate
You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate
Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like I'm motherfuckin' fed
I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made
I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake
When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce
Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show
Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux
Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know
He in love with me but he know to play his role
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Dance lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Uh, bring that motherfucking beat back
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Hands, do it with no hands
Damn, bitch, you been a fan
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hopped out the fucking Rover
With your baby like a stroller
Call your bitch and say it's over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches acting shitty
So I had to potty train ’em
I ain't never met the ho, but her nigga probably ate it
I been moving with the bag, just in case I wanna buy shit
I been moving with a shooter, just in case you wanna try shit
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
They hit me to come through, they did good, so I do
He was nervous 'cause I'm gangster, tried to fuck me in his shoes
Boy, you safe, it's okay, ain't no set up, you can stay
If I really want you hit, you wouldn't've made it all this way, hey
Pop it like some bubble gum, show me how you work your tongue
Nigga, don’t be acting shy, go ’round back and use your thumb
Yeah, I'm a freak, he be scared I’ma cheat
Tryna keep me in the house, pussy under lock and key, ah
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Hey, hey, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands, hah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy
I’ma need that money, ooh
Put up with my attitude
Call me when you coming through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma need that money, ooh
Call me when you coming through
Put up with my attitude
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ratchet lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Prolific Beats
Mwah, ayy
LilJu made this beat
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Big old booty, big old booty, get it clapping
Finesse these niggas out them dollars, that's a talent
I want some money, want some money, boy, what's happening?
Don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping
I'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib
Scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is
Put a straw in the fifth, hot girl shit
If the bitch ain't 'bout it, then she can't be in the clique, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Ratchet ass shit, a ratchet ass bitch
Hit a lick on a nigga in a ratchet ass whip
Riding with a street nigga with the ratchet on his hip
Don't be coming to the stage if you know you don't tip
Your bitches is poor, my bitches on go
My bitches ain't scared to get it on the floor
Shout to DJ Eric, shout out to Big Dough
Shout out to them girls who go where the money go
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ayy, ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Finessing niggas out them dollars, that's a talent, ayy
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet, yeah, ah
Yeah, real hot girl shit
Take a nigga quick
Shit on any bitch
Mwah, ah
Sex Talk lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Boy you know you need to come give me that dick
He want to hit from the back 'cause I'm thick
I like to fuck on them when I get lit
Yeah, tell me this pussy the shit
Aye oh, he so thirsty
Ride that dick like a horsey
He said, "Are you tired?"
I look back like yeah
Aye, let's have the sex talk
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off
Aye, yeah, let's have the sex talk
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time?
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Aye, yeah
Put my feet up on the bed, ride it to the tip-top
He likes it doggy style 'cause I make that ass pop
He never finna leave me 'cause I got that drip drop
Said his last bitch still fuckin' like a robot
Aye, let's have the sex talk
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off
Aye, yeah, let's have the sex talk
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time?
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Aye, yeah
Got more milkshakes than Kelis
Ain't met a nigga who can handle me
I think I should be in museums
Because this body a masterpiece
Can I fuck ya to a trap beat?
He said girl you tryin' to trap me?
Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (What?)
You can hit that door, here go ahead leave
Aye, let's have the sex talk
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off
Aye, yeah, let's have the sex talk
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time?
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Aye, yeah
Bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Ice on my neck be real, VVs
Peanut butter inside, Reeses Pieces
He said it just tastes like bubble gum
He eat from the back to the front
Bitch I got green like I'm Buttercup
He say I got that lil yummy yum
Aye, let's have the sex talk
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off
Aye, yeah, let's have the sex talk
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time?
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Aye, yeah
Ayy
Bad bitch taste like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Mwah
Big Drank lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ah
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ayy, ooh
LilJu made this beat
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ayy, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
If you got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
I hate when you be trippin' and be sippin' on that sizzurp
You be actin' berzerk, nigga, what's the wizzord?
Told him, "Give me brain," and he do it like a nizzerd
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ayy
Baby tell me what's up, why you acting so stub'?
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
Take it all off, bend over, let you see it
Need a real bitch, then, baby, let me be it
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ayy, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You fell in love with the soda, baby, just hold up
I don't be smokin' no weed but he taught me how to roll up
Pour the drank on my body, yeah, drink it all off me
Do it, do it, do it, sloppy, yeah, you know what I need
Back that ass up, oh yeah
Do I like that? Oh yeah
Bend it over to my toes, yeah
On the drank, fuck me slow, yeah
I told him stop sippin' but I love them codeine kisses
Posting all our pictures, putting bitches in our business
Got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
Hate when he be tripping and be sippin' on that sizzurp
Hate when you be stupid, and you be actin' sti-nuck
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ayy, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ayy, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ah
Mwah
Drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
LilJu made this beat
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ayy
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Running Up Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
He's on fire
Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl
If they say I ain’t the baddest then the motherfuckers lied
How you riding on a nigga who be asking for a ride?
Okay, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
Running from his bitch, he gon' come when I call
If it ain’t 'bout money, then you know I ain't involved
Worry 'bout these motherfucking haters, not at all
Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't want a pimp, then what you fucking with me for?
If you balling and you know it, then let the money show
If he acting scared to spend it, I'ma show him to the door
Okay, now shake with it, shake-da-shake with it
And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
And don't be worried ’bout who I’m fucking 'cause you can’t hit it
Yeah, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
If I'm with your daddy, then you know we at the mall
If I'm with a nigga, then you know I’m in them drawers
You let a broke nigga talk you out the jaws
I don't even chase liquor, why would I chase a nigga?
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said, "You better be good by the way that you bragging?
I hit him back and told him, "Well, that just depend who you asking"
I got an ex who say he gon' leave his new bitch whenever I call him
Got an ex that say that every time he see me it's gon' be problems
Got an ex that's on his homeboy IG tryna stalk me out
Got an ex that miss it so bad, probably praying for me now, ayy
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone, yeah, like collect calls (Hello?)
Pussy like a drug, and he having withdrawals
Ayy, money, money, I need more
Get it, get it, watch me go
I be outdoing these bitches, I'm like Michael, they Tito
Not the one to compete with
You don't want it with me, bitch
göt2b Glued can't save you
When I come for your hairdo
Got the moves like I'm Rigu
Yellow diamonds, Pikachu
When I switch my hair to blonde
I'm finna turn up like Goku
I go crazy in this bitch
I go crazy in the booth
He go crazy when he see me
And his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
Always in bikini bottoms 'cause I got that goo lagoon
I don't wanna fuck him if he telling me what he do not
I will come over and spin it on your head like bantu knots, ah
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
I be off that Henn', so you know I'm off the wall
Bitch, I ain't the one so watch your motherfucking mouth
Hot Girl Meg from the motherfucking South, ah
WTF I Want lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(DJ Chose)
Ay!
First of all, I'm from Houston
Picky bitch, I'm choosy
Feel like it - I'ma do it (Uh!)
New-new with the new shit (Muah!)
I do what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want (Uh!)
Bitch, don't like me all you want, run up - bet you won't (Uh!)
(Houston, we have a problem)
(Hey, yeah)
Bitch, don't like me all you want, run up - bet you don't (Uh)
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Ay, ay
Do what I want and you do what you can
That's why I'm breaking your man (Huh)
Today I woke up in my act (Huh)
Look at these bitches they whack (Ugh)
Now look at Megan - she bad (Ay)
Niggas in love with this ass (Ay)
Ride you, ride you like a beat
Want me next to you like I'm B (Huh)
College girl like Moesha (Uh)
With titties like Mia Khalifa (Woo!)
I need to run up a bag quick
I need to hit me a new lick
I told these hoes quit fucking these tricks (Ugh)
I get that money not giving up shit!
Getting my motherfucking money on (Yeah)
And I ain't coming if the money wrong (Nope)
Bitches hate me like I've done them wrong (What?)
Talking shit, but they ain't coming wrong
Do we have a problem bitch? (Do we?)
With your nigga, probably, bitch
You soft and I'm solid, bitch
Walk in, look like money, bitch
I do what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want (Ay)
Bitch, don't like me all you want, run up - bet you won't
(Bet you won't)
Man, I'm on these bitches necks like a fucking charm (Fucking charm)
Make a nigga come quick like I fucking owe him (Ah)
Look like I belong in a pageant
Most of these bitches look like they done had it
I know I'm pretty, but shit could get ratchet
Pull up with niggas that's full of that action (Huh)
He think my hustle attractive (Uh)
Thumbin' through money romantic (Ay)
Ride on the dick how I dance (Uh)
Your bitch only fuck on her back (Ew)
I be talking to him reckless when I'm super faded
I told that nigga, "eat this pussy like your mama made it" (Uh)
Sitting on your bae face, I'm the 'bae-by' sitter (Uh)
If you knew the bitch was lame, why you fucking with her? (Uh)
I want that face like a book (Uh)
Get in your mouth like I cook (Uh)
Butt naked serving him looks (Uh)
I got the girls and they shook (Uh)
Really go harder than hoes (Uh)
Harder than some of your Bros (Uh)
She wanna be me, I know it (Uh)
He let this pussy control him (Uh)
Ay, ay, yeah
Young Tina Snow
Going hard on a hoe (Ah)
Ay, ay
And I'm still running through the mall with your motherfucking Daddy (Ah, ah, ah)
Hot Girl lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah, yeah
I put that 15-0-1 chain around my neck and now it's lit, ay!
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad bitches with the bag say "ah-ya-ya"
If he ain't talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (Boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah hah hah"
Hey!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe
Don't get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe
Spicy, pricey
Neck and wrist icy
Bitch it's money-making Megan, hoe - she like me
I rode it, a soldier
A hot girl, he want it
Pull up in that 'Masera', getting top on lock (Skrr)
They still tryna find a thang that I can't do
I told her "If you go against me, you a damn fool!" (Bitch you dumb)
But keep talking 'bout me, bitch, that's all you can do (Oh, okay!)
But keep my cat up out ya mouth, cause that's ya man's food
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (She like 'what?')
I know you crunk, but lil' bih, please watch my shoes (Goddamn!)
I'm not the DJ but I will make ya body move (Goddamn!)
Watch ya' mouth before I leave here with your boo
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop
Bad bitches with the bag say "ah-ya-ya"
If he ain't talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (Boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah-hah-hah"
Hey!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Lil' thundercat, throw it back - he can't handle that
I'on want to talk unless a nigga finna throw a stack
Bad attitude, but I'm cute so he call me back
I'mma need that head, give me neck like a vertebra
Check my body
Oochie wally, where ya' wallet?
If I take yo' nigga it's nothing you can do about it (Not at all)
I'm the fucking hottie
I'm not yo' momma or your partner, so don't play with me
Bitch, I'm from Texas, we get rowdy
I got my hands up on my knees
I'm 'bout to work him out his jeans
He get behind me, I'mma QB throw it back and wide receive
Yo' nigga wish he had me
Boy yo' BM ashy
And I'm cocoa-buttered down
Pretty brown, Bad B
Ay!
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop
Bad bitches with the bag say "ah-ya-ya"
If he ain't talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (Boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah-hah-hah"
Hey!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
I can make ya' man do what I want him to do
Cause when he seen me, he ain't want to fuck with you
I point down at this candy, told him what he finna chew
And tease you with the nigga
Nah nee, nah nee, boo-boo
I want some money, yeah, I want some money
And he gone bring it to Megan, do what I say like it's Mommy
I wrap that dick like a mummy, he do not run when I'm cumming
He open up and he catch it
He suck these titties, these legends
I throw that booty, he fetch it
This pussy really a present
I got the Michael, that Thriller
These bitches hiding they niggas
I got that 'Now' and that 'Later'
He gone eat through the paper
He tryna eat through these panties
He bob his head like it's jammin'
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop
Bad bitches with the bag say "ah-ya-ya"
If he ain't talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (Boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah-hah-hah"
Hey!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe!
Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe!
Ah!
Good At lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(MCV, bitch...)
(Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, and fuck you!)
Aye, aye, posing, drinking all the bottles of Patron and
Drive these niggas crazy cause they know they can't control me
A hottie, a model body, super Armani, I'm shining
If you looking, ain't that hard to find me
Yeah, Stalli is a player
I make these niggas toes curl like my baby hair
I get up on the drink and get to feeling on myself
Bad bitches singing all my songs like a prayer
I'ma super bad bitch and I only hang around with other bad bitches
Everywhere I go, I gotta take a damn pic
Turn around, look back, I get ratchet
Taking selfies, really trying to fix my lipstick
I love myself but niggas say I'm hard to deal with
I'm still hotter than them hoes that you chill with
And I could pull any nigga on some chill shit
And that's some real shit
I ain't choose being player, being player chose me (Hey!)
And no I ain't committed but I'm never lonely (Hey!)
I gotta keep these motherfucking haters off me (Hey!)
Don't be acting fly when you know you goofy (Hey!)
Tell me where it's good at
Tell me where the fly niggas in the hood at
Aye, fuck the club where the kickback
Aye, is that the 'yac lemme get that
Aye, somebody tell me where the boss be
Can you keep those broke motherfuckers off me
And I only keep the baddest bitches 'round me
Drop a yellow, redbone, and a bunny where it's sunny (Hey!)
Gucci on my coochie, glitter on my body
Everybody wanna do me
A hood Mona Lisa, figure like somebody drew it
If I introduced you to this pussy, nigga you gon' chew it
Rub your waves while I do it
I know bitches I've influenced, I look different they congruent
Post a pic up on the 'gram, then my DMs get to boomin'
They be “Baby, what you doing? Can I fly you out to Europe? Do your pussy taste like gum 'cause I'm really trying to chew it?”
Hit 'em back like, “Who you bank with? Do you got a lady and if you do can you still deposit my money safely?”
He watching all my videos just to watch me shake it
Never thought the nigga had a seizure, why he shaking?
Lemme wrap my legs around you keep you warmer than a blanket
Drive around the world, city to city, let you spank it
Posing for your picture cause I know you wanna take it
Tell the world you're mine, put it in them bitches faces
Tell the world you're mine, put it in them bitches faces
Tell the world you're mine, put it in them bitches faces
Tell me where it's good at
Tell me where the fly niggas in the hood at
Aye, fuck the club where the kickback
Aye, is that the 'yac lemme get that
Aye, somebody tell me where the boss be
Can you keep those broke motherfuckers off me
And I only keep the baddest bitches 'round me
Drop a yellow, redbone, and a bunny where it's sunny (Hey!)
Voguing, party with my bitches 'til the morning
Working every angle cause they love to catch me posing
A slick ponytail with a tight outfit
But why cover up with a body this sick?
And why you like to Facetime when I'm this lit?
I think it turn you on when I'm talking my shit
I ain't talking rapping when I say I like to hear you spit
You ain't talking sauce when you say you like to see it drip
I will never bust it open for no broke dick
I don't hang with bitches I ain't getting money with
Middle finger out the window when they lane switch
I know I'm handling my business when they talk shit
And my ex nigga always trying to take it there
He used to play me now he told me I ain't playing fair
Oh, so you want me now that you know I don't want you here
You just be calling me to say shit I don't wanna hear (Aha)
You just be calling me to say shit I don't wanna hear (Aha)
You just be calling me to say shit I don't wanna hear
Tell me where it's good at
Tell me where the fly niggas in the hood at
Aye, fuck the club where the kickback
Aye, is that the 'yac lemme get that
Aye, somebody tell me where the boss be
Can you keep those broke motherfuckers off me
And I only keep the baddest bitches 'round me
Drop a yellow, redbone, and a bunny where it's sunny (Aha, aha)
Aye, aye, I ain't choose being player, being player chose me
Aye, don't be acting fly when you know you goofy
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