Emotional Lyrics

Bad bitch so emotional, she wanted love but I had to let her go

Feel like I'm Elsa, way a nigga let it snow

I'm feeling famous, getting right around the globe

This is a sports car with a track mode, and it's a V8, bae ain't shit slow

He is a cheapskate, ain't got no dough, and that boy teeth stank, ain't got no hoes

I'm in a big body, it's a 4 door, addicted to balling, nigga I need more dough

Might go to the mall, just to spend a whole roll

These bullets they toxic, fuckin' up yo glucose

She turned to a dyke, now she play a new role

I just want that money coming in them truck loads

45 bullets hit em, better duck low

Bitch it's still fuck 12 til my soul old

I'm always first, niggas is some slow pokes

I don't do percs, I ain't tryna move slow

My life so worth it, think it was a new show

His pockets hurting, I know that he want more

Crush me a Xan, like it was a taco, I put the hellcat on Forgiato's

I'm swerving roun town, in a Tahoe

I can't fuck with her, she a thot hoe

Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe