Tyra Big Banks - INTRO II

Tyra big banks get more money than your hoe
I ain't coming out the crib unless it's money on the flo
I ain't got no baby daddy no relationship goals
The racks in the safe so my shit don't never fold
If that nigga don't cut it bitch Ima keep my legs closed
Quizzy you is not drippin you ain't even matching bro
Opp bitch sneak dissin she's a peasant pussy hoe
I told my shooter that's him my shooter told me 10-4
Rappin ass nigga really not gone do shit
I ain't loot shit but bitch I still got big drip
When he put his dick inside you that nigga don't feel shit
When he put his dick inside me that nigga pay bills quick
Tyra big banks dollar signs and all caps
And if I get my chain took fuck I look like buying it back?
Bitches looking for me they can find me in Saks
Huh? What's in my purse? That thing that go bdahh
Tyra big banks dollar signs and all caps
Bitch I told him hit the road that nigga flew across the map
When I heard u bitches spit I said bitch what fuck is that?
You ain't my competition witcho shitty ass raps

Written by:
Chatyra Cantave

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