Millionaire's Estate - 11 FruitLoops

Y'all Be On That Bullshit
Word to my mama
I love fruit loops
No I Don't Do Drama
Move Bitch, Get Out the way hoe
Before you get this drink spilled all over yah

If you be the wave
I'm the mutha fuckin crest bitch
you can keep the sauce
I'm the mutha fuckin zest bitch
And you know my name
I don't need a fuckin necklace
But you gon need insurance
Cause your mouth is fuckin reckless

They don't know the cost
They just know I ball
And stay on Turnt perpetually
never tolerated much
I cut shit off
No stressing in me
I come from the money
Alexa
Tell em' check my pedir-rigree
Playing House in vintage Louis bags
While you bust down for the cheap

I ain't never been on average
Jump on the stage and go sav-er-age
Keep a nigga girlfriend mad at me beast!
I never bothered no one
I just do my damn thang
And they all gon clap for me and say
Yeah they all gon mutha fuckin clap for me
they gon shake they mutha fuckin ass for me
Cause We don't make shit but a fuckin masterpiece
And you can do what you want But not after me
Bitch I'm a whole real life catastrophe
And I'll cut a bitch bag drastically
And that's just real bite
No barking please
Cause a bitch get dirty like
Dastardly
Astigmatism to these hoes ID
Hey little bitty bitch get the fuck off me please
You way out of pocket and you out of your fuckin league
Chill please
It's E-p-i-q-u-at ease
Ugh

Y'all Be On That Bullshit
Word to my mama
I love fruit loops
No I Don't Do Drama
Move Bitch, Get Out the way hoe
Before you get this drink spilled all over yah

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and I toss it to Epique
Hail Mary pass she run it up fast, told her to do what she want with it
Throwin' a stack on the dancers she making it rain she turnt yeah she super lit
Nothing in life quite like finding a wife that is smart can Turnup and is hella thick

So fuck all the BS I'm here for the game, put me in coach got my helmet on
Got a whole team that I'm with and even they don't know I'm the one that they be counting on
Been carrying the load like a fork-lift to the point that a nigga shoulders strong
Never no stopping no quitting no switching I swear before God I'mma get it all

Fake niggas out for a check
I'm out here for the whole family
All of these bitches at each other's necks
I'm tryna see who gone ride wit me
Let these lil Niggas try to be the best
Imma jus slaughter them technically
Got us a couple a shooters on deck
One of em' do it professionally
Literally
Seriously
Aesthetically I am just better and nothing that I hear will ever compare to me
Bred by the best of the best all my favorites still living I hope that they wait on me
Mil-lio-naires we go hard like a dick when it hear bout the way my bitch topping me, Sloppily all of these hoes still be Hollering, i pass em' properly, watch em' keep following

Written by:
Adontia Watson, Ebonie Watson

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