Work That lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion

(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")

Real hot girl shit (Keep it Z3N)

Ayy

He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that

And ride it like a rodeo

He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back

When I ride him like a rodeo

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah)

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah, ah)

Shake, shake that ass, make, make, make it nasty

Since you show it in your pictures, I'm gon' take, take that cash

They know Megan puttin' on for all the ratchet bitches

And if you pop your pussy, boy, call it ratchet business, ayy, look

Bitch, touch them toes, ayy, bitch, get that dough

If you in love with your body, bitch, take off your clothes

I'ma ride him like a pro 'cause I ain't new to this shit

And I ain't never been a clown, but I'ma fool on the dick, ah

He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that

And ride it like a rodeo

He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back

When I ride him like a rodeo

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah)

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah, ah)

I told him, "Brr, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it"

Why you askin' if I like it when you know that you don't hear me?

All them big-mouth boys never last in it

I scream the loudest when I'm fuckin' on a quiet nigga, ah, ah

Bounce it biggity, she not lit as me

No Nicole, but are you kidding me?

Look up bad bitch, I'm the epitome

Been real thick, I don't no need no Apetamin

Deadass be like are you shitting me?

I'm undead, ain't no bitch killing me

Hold that stick like I'm in a symphony (Ayy)

For these simps, I have no sympathy

He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that

And ride it like a rodeo

He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back

When I ride him like a rodeo

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah)

I got my tongue out like (Ah), poke it out like (Ah)

He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (Ah, ah)

Real hot girl shit

Ah, mwah

Baow, baow, baow

Brr, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it

Wah-wah-wah, stick it, ah

Intercourse lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Popcaan & Mustard)

[Popcaan & YG:]

Gyal, yuh pussy good from birth

Wan' yuh bend it over, yeah, in them skirt

Gyal, yuh full ah energy like dancehall concert (Weh, haha)

Good sex is all you get

I love to see you get wet (Woii yoii)

Cho, weh (Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy

[Popcaan:]

Gyal, yuh tight pussy tie mi

Yuh vagina so tiny

Call di iPhone anytime yuh horny

Popskull ah fuck yuh grimy

Cock it up inna di back ah di Ferrari

Mi beat up yuh pussy, mi bruise e, scar e

You are a blessing to my life, baby (Mhm)

Badman turn har on, squeeze her up

Long cocky gon' full her up

Hand cock, but mi nah hold har up

Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go

Love when mi feel har up

Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup

Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut

Haha (Ayy)

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii)

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

Ayy, when it come to body, nobody bodyin' me

Mixin' weed with the liquor, creatin' the chemistry

Takin' shots back to back of the white Hennessy

I'm about what I say, so please do not tempt me, ayy

I'm so for real, I came no panties when he asked me to chill

I never gave a fuck 'bout what them other girls sayin'

I just wanna know if the dick really hangin'

You ain't gotta sugarcoat shit 'less you're lickin' on me

If that's the case, you need to get the liquor and the honey

Body right, pussy tight, come and put it on me

Sendin' pics to your phone so you're never lonely

Baby, I can take the trip with or without ya

Been a fly bitch way before I found you

Stamps in my passport, can't even count them

All my bitches with me, so I can't leave without them

Baby, why don't we go to Montego?

Let you put your hook in my bumper like a repo

I'm tryna do some real freaky shit, only we know

Treat my body like some oxtails, lick your fingers

Put that cocky on my body, give me spit to make it sloppy

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you like about me

I'm doin' what I got to do for you to make me wifey

Take me where the temperature is hotter than a hottie

[Popcaan:]

Turn har on, squeeze her up

Long cocky gon' full her up

Hand cock, but mi nah hold har up

Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go

Love when mi feel har up

Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup

Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut

Haha (Ayy)

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii, weh)

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual (Weh)

Sexual intercourse

Sexual, sexual

Go Crazy lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Big Sean & 2 Chainz)

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

Yeah

Ah

Real hot girl shit

Mwah

Okay, the hate turned me to a monster, so I guess I'm evil now (I’m evil now)

Woke up and I blacked out everything so I can see it now (See it now)

I'm on that demon time, it's only right I cop the Hellcat (Skrrt)

They always hit me where it hurt, but this time, I felt that (Ow)

Why I gotta prove myself to bitches that I’m better than? (Huh?)

As if I wasn't at radio stations goin' Super Saiyan (Super Saiyan)

As if this fuckin' body isn't everything they buyin' ('Thing they buyin')

And as if a nigga didn’t shoot me and they pickin’ sides (Baow)

I'll be back, I’m 'bout to go crazy

I ain't pullin' up ’less them hoes finna pay me ('Less them hoes finna pay me)

Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)

Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

Bitch, I'm 'bout to go

[Big Sean:]

I hit once, I hit twice, now it's a habit, I go Cassius (Woah, woah)

Your ex nigga made you crazy, this dick make you psychopathic (Straight up)

If the sextape leak and everyone see, know it's gon' be a classic (Classic)

But don't forget how quick I'll crop you out and change the caption (Quick)

Strictly raised by pimpin', not by simpin', show no sympathy

If they hate you for being you, they not secure in they identity (Damn)

Me, myself, and I, she treat me like the Holy Trinity (Woah)

Fuck a Birkin, give you a business, boss you up, now you can buy ten of these (What we doin'?)

Shit, whatever I say

Run your city, now it's mine for however long I stay

Bitch play me, well, that's my bad for ever lettin' her play

My mama prayin' for me, she better pray for whoever in my way (Boy)

Now how many besties done upped and left me? (Huh?)

Who claimed they my dawg and just my pet peeves (Huh?)

Who tried to double back and triple-text me

Fuck I look like stressin' over these hoes that stress me? Lil' bitch

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy

I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('Less them hoes finna pay me)

Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it

Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy

A bitch can't me check me, can't disrespect me (Shh)

A shot can't hit me if it's sent indirectly

Hoes can't see me with this rap and the fashion

Bitch, you know I'm fire, you can't drag a dragon (Ah)

I used to be patient

Now I'm on some ski mask shit, bitch, I'm anxious (Yeah)

Hoes talkin' cash shit, but can't make a payment (What?)

Carnivore, I'ma eat up any bitch who play me

Forty-inch long black weave like Morticia (Yeah)

Applyin' so much pressure to these hoes, they gettin' blisters (Gettin' blisters)

I'ma buy it twice so my shoes got sisters (Got sisters)

I only want a nigga on my birthdays and Christmas

Mean girl, I ain't lettin' bitches sit with us

I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy

I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('Less them hoes finna pay me)

Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove shit)

Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy

[2 Chainz:]

(2 Chainz)

Tony 'bout to go ignorant, rich with the benefits

Crook in my dick, shit lookin' like ten to six

Used to hit the dealership, now they makin' dropoffs

Stars in my roof, I don't have to take the top off (Gone)

County going crazy (Crazy), have your ass knocked off

Charm on my neck lookin' like a fuckin' softball (Woo)

Your ho just left (Left), yeah, she a southpaw

Ass so fat, man, them folk gon' try to outlaw (Outlaw)

Megan, what's poppin'? You already know the topic

Let me see you scrub the ground, let me see you touch the carpet (Carpet)

Still throwin' bands during a pandemic ('Demic)

Smokin' on raw paper with my strand in it

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy

I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('Less them hoes finna pay me)

Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove shit)

Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy

Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy

Don't Rock Me To Sleep lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion

Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough

Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough

You act so hard with me, but I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her

Be calm if you wanna get along with me

Way you talk, really think it's something wrong with me

Why I feel like I gotta share you with the city?

You don't even make a bitch feel like she pretty

Make a bitch feel like she pretty

Kiss me in the middle of the party when it's litty

Remember who you belong to when they friendly

I shouldn't have to teach you somethin' you should be feelin'

Don't rock me to sleep

Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah

Don't rock me to sleep

Baby, just say what you really mean

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Don't rock me to sleep

Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah

Don't rock me to sleep

Baby, just say what you really mean

It's been about six months

Since I threw out all your stuff

You never stood a chance with me

Now it's looking like you're way better off with her

Hair grown, money long, now I'm in the city

All my friends like, "Girl, what you doin' different?"

Guess that fuckboy-free glow hittin'

Waist snatched, ass fat, feelin' real pretty

Yeah, feelin' real pretty

And my new boo got me feelin' real pretty

Hold my hand everywhere so they know he with me

He don't wan' fight, he just wan' fix it

Don't rock me to sleep

Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah

Don't rock me to sleep

Baby, just say what you really mean

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Don't rock me to sleep

Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah

Don't rock me to sleep

Baby, just say what you really mean

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

La, la-la-la

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by

Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la

La, la-la-la

I'm a big girl, so I won't cry

Don't sing me a lullaby-by

Outside lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion

(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")

Real hot girl shit

Ah

We outside

Ayy

I got every purse, every color, shout out to my ex-nigga

Thinkin' 'bout what I want now from my next nigga

Same background, now them bitches know I'm stayin' with you

Flew me out to Turks just to flirt, we ain't takin' pictures

We can keep it low, nobody gotta know

If you ain't wanna pimp, then what you fuckin' with me for?

I know them other bitches probably say they ain't like other bitches

But I guarantee it's something 'bout me that be breakin' niggas

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, ayy

Put the car in my name so I know it's real

Buy me the same chain that you got when you say, "Let's chill"

I know how much that cost, them diamonds in your mouth

I told him buy the house, but don't be comin' in and out

Baby, can you tell me have you ever heard of polygamy?

It's only me and you, but I got many personalities

Sometimes I like to shop, sometimes I like to bop

Sometimes I like it from the back, sometimes I be on top

I keep tellin' niggas

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see

I checked your bitch out and she basic, that's why she hatin'

She rock designer, but it's old, that shit is dated

I'm rockin' new runway Gianni, Versace hottie

And anything that come behind me is fuckin' sloppy (Ah, ah, ah)

Every day I switch it up, I give 'em looks (Looks)

I switch my hair up just to fuck, we be havin' fun (Havin' fun)

I ask him do he want a blonde? Do he want a redhead? (A redhead)

I can switch my shit to blue or I can wear my real hair

I keep tellin' niggas

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look

I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street

And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me

And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be

And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see

Ah, ah

We outside

Savage (Remix) lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Beyoncé)

Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay)

Been turnt, this motherfucker up eight hundred degree (Yeah)

My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah)

Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit

I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah)

Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh)

Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah)

Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah)

Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh)

I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh)

I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh)

A mood and I'm moody, ah

I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)

Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty)

Acting stupid, what's happening?

(Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?)

Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay)

Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)

Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty)

Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)

Hips tick tock when I dance (Dance)

On that Demon Time, she might start an OnlyFans (OnlyFans)

Big B and that B stand for bands

If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance

I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang)

Texas up in this thang, put you up on this game (Game)

IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang)

If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Oh, look)

Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice)

Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price

I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater

And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina

I'm a savage, yeah

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah)

Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay)

Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)

Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)

Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay)

Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)

Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me)

He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees)

He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?"

(Yeah, yeah, them jeans)

Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me

Ooh, ah, ooh

But I got this body ready just for you

Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you

Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo"

I'm the shit, ooh

I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh

I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh)

Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy

I'm still that bitch, yuh (Ah)

I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)

Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay)

Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah

Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)

Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay)

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)

Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh)

Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)

I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here

I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here

I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror

All this money in the room, think some scammers in here

I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred)

Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh)

Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Icy)

Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords

Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)

I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)

I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah)

I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I— (Ah)

I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay)

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)

Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty)

Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening?)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ahh, what's up?)

Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage)

Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch)

Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty)

Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?)

Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)

I'm a savage

It's the Stallion and the B

H-Town, goin' down

Girls In The Hood lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion

Fuck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (Ah)

I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live (Fuck y'all)

Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (Ugh)

Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh

In the mall with him, I'ma have a ball with him (Woah)

Somebody call Rihanna, I'ma buy some drawers with him

He fuckin' with Thee Stallion 'cause he into wild women (He love wild women)

Put them legs on his head, now he love tall women (Ah)

You'll never catch me callin' these niggas daddy (Nope)

I ain't lyin' 'bout my nut just to make a nigga happy (Nigga, please)

Lifestyle when a nigga can't fit a Magnum

It never happened if the dick wasn't snappin' (Ayy)

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

Any rumor 'bout me, let me dead it (Let me dead it)

I'm a open book and your man probably read it (Ah)

Look at my AP and these hoes still pathetic (Mmm)

Real bitches back when I check my Patek, yeah (Woah)

Yeah, he call my Patty Cake 'cause the way that ass shake (Ass shake)

I'ma make him eat me out while I'm watchin' anime (Anime)

Pussy like a Wild Fox, lookin' for a Sasuke (Ayy, yeah)

One night with him make him lose it like a prom date (Ah)

Two watches, yeah, call me two-timin' (Two-timin')

Skin like gold and my teeth like diamonds (Like diamonds)

Hot Girl chain, Elliot got me shinin' (Yeah)

They tried to knock me off, but a bitch still grindin'

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

I'm a rich nigga magnet (Yeah), pretty with a fatty (With a fatty)

Thirty-inch weave with the long eyelashes (Long eyelashes)

Yes, I got a man if I don't like who askin' (Boy, bye)

I don't stand outside 'cause I'm too outstandin' (Ah)

'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard

Ever since sixteen, I been havin' a job

Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich

You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch (Ah)

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)

Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)

I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)

These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)

Don't Stop lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Young Thug)

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

Real hot girl shit

Ah, ayy

(Buddah bless this beat)

I've got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a fuck)

And my shit so tight, when we fuck, my pussy talk (My pussy talk)

I don't even say, "What's up?"

I just tell him what I want (What I want)

'Cause I got another nigga that's gon' do it if he don't (Ah)

Attitude bad, pussy too good (Yeah)

When he say, "Fuck me" I tell him, "Fuck me good" (Good)

Chase these niggas? I wish I would

Bad bitch like me? Hoes wish they could (Could)

She a Casper to me, I need glasses to see

In the mall with her daddy, she a bastard to me (Yeah)

If you ain't fuckin' him right, bitch, pass him to me

Real niggas love me from the H to the D

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

Don't stop, pop that cat (Bow)

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

[Young Thug:]

Patek, just for the day

If she got the gold, roll the Ace of Spades

She catch a cold when she rock chains

But lemme see, Pinky and the Brain (Brain)

Our baby mommas ain't the same

She like, "Baby daddy, ice my chain" (Ice)

She 'bout to come and give me top like a crane

You a bitch and a ho, but you gang, ayy

Shake what ya doctor gave ya

And I'ma ice your wrists like a player (Ayy)

Doc in Miami added layers

Now the ass is fat like a acre

Come to the spot and we lay up

And I'll cream that pussy like mayos

Ever since I got my cake up

I been runnin' these bitches like a mayor (Whew)

Don't stop, hatchback

Shakin' that ass on Snapchat (Yeah)

Off the script and shakin' that ass

What you'll do for these rack, racks (Whew)

Where my thots at?

I just freed this bitch like a bird, yeah (Yeah)

Where my thots at?

Let me hit it from the back, say, "Slatt, Slatt"

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

Don't stop, pop that cat (Bow)

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch (Hey)

I'm gonna blow him like AC (Mwah)

Give me big head like I.T (Ah)

Lick, lick, lick me 'til I scream

Twist his tongue like I, I mean

I mean my body so out of this world

Change my at name to ASTROGIRL (ASTROGIRL)

People say I'm way too full of myself

You're right, and I ain't even made it to dessert (Ah)

Buffy, no angels, star no spangle

Forty inch weave, my killer don't tangle

Call my drug dealer boyfriend on Tango

Use the Tajín when I'm eating a mango

Yeah, I get jealous

If you ate it real good I can't help it

Any bitch you're fuckin' with, you need to dead it

'Fore I come through and shit get hectic, ah

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

Don't stop, pop that cat

Mm, mm, just like that (Bow, bow, bow)

Mm, mm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)

Mm, mm, work it, bitch

EP: Suga (2020)

• Ain't Equal
• Savage
• Captain Hook
• Hit My Phone
• B.I.T.C.H.
• Rich
• Stop Playing
• Crying In The Car
• What I Need 

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

mixtape: Fever (2019)

• Realer
• Hood Rat Shit
• Pimpin
• Cash Shit
• W.A.B
• Best You Ever Had
• Simon Says
• Shake That
• Money Good
• Dance
• Ratchet
• Sex Talk
• Big Drank
• Running Up Freestyle 

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