Lola Monroe - Bout Me lyrics
[Lola Monroe - Bout Me lyrics]
I don't know why these niggas fakin
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Lola in the building
Tell them fake bitches look out
Know the body keep the chickens
Grillin like a cook out
Instead of slappin bitches, throwin up a [?]
I rather drop a album
Do the movie, put the book out
My wrist is glisten & sparklin
I'm grippin riches & fortunes
This bitch officially viscious
I'm sick I'm sniffin I'm coughin
I hear the whispers & talking
But it don't affect me
I got my own [?] nail set
Ya money don't impress me
The hustlers & the ballers
Even nerd niggas digg me
Gotta lotta ass on me
Like the word mississippi
If you see me in my vickies you'll
Say ain't a bitch could touch me
Got a set up in the shotgun
The way these niggas want me
Cus my tits
Ass, hips bad. You wish you had this swag
Mean shoe, sick bag, plus I got a big ass
Spent a couple dollars on this shit
I got a gift wrapped
When you see it
Get mad. You can't take it? Bitch gag!
I don't know why these niggas fakin
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Well my grill look like Kimora &
My top come off like Russle
If your wheels look like you
On a Ferris wheel
You on yo hustle
Hustle harder if you slackin'
I hit bitches in the head
They gon need water & a asprin
I so on my shit I'm blaffin!
Cause I clutch the Bourke or
The Yves Saint prolly
Ya bag game young, I need to see a ID
Bitch eat ya vegtable cus we make brocolli
And I don't get mad I get P.A.I.D
Reppin straight from the district
No hesitation I gets it
I'm never fakin I'm with it
These feathers weights in the buisness
I left em way in the distance
Best be paying attention
I'm educating you bitches
Shorty from the hood
Got the whole world present
And If ya asking if I'm
Gon keep so 3rd yess
I know I got the haters
Sick but don't url yet
I was only tryna told em
I was dope girl fresh
I don't know why these niggas fakin
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Lola in the building
Tell them fake bitches look out
Know the body keep the chickens
Grillin like a cook out
Instead of slappin bitches, throwin up a [?]
I rather drop a album
Do the movie, put the book out
My wrist is glisten & sparklin
I'm grippin riches & fortunes
This bitch officially viscious
I'm sick I'm sniffin I'm coughin
I hear the whispers & talking
But it don't affect me
I got my own [?] nail set
Ya money don't impress me
The hustlers & the ballers
Even nerd niggas digg me
Gotta lotta ass on me
Like the word mississippi
If you see me in my vickies you'll
Say ain't a bitch could touch me
Got a set up in the shotgun
The way these niggas want me
Cus my tits
Ass, hips bad. You wish you had this swag
Mean shoe, sick bag, plus I got a big ass
Spent a couple dollars on this shit
I got a gift wrapped
When you see it
Get mad. You can't take it? Bitch gag!
I don't know why these niggas fakin
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Well my grill look like Kimora &
My top come off like Russle
If your wheels look like you
On a Ferris wheel
You on yo hustle
Hustle harder if you slackin'
I hit bitches in the head
They gon need water & a asprin
I so on my shit I'm blaffin!
Cause I clutch the Bourke or
The Yves Saint prolly
Ya bag game young, I need to see a ID
Bitch eat ya vegtable cus we make brocolli
And I don't get mad I get P.A.I.D
Reppin straight from the district
No hesitation I gets it
I'm never fakin I'm with it
These feathers weights in the buisness
I left em way in the distance
Best be paying attention
I'm educating you bitches
Shorty from the hood
Got the whole world present
And If ya asking if I'm
Gon keep so 3rd yess
I know I got the haters
Sick but don't url yet
I was only tryna told em
I was dope girl fresh
I don't know why these niggas fakin
Bitches talk fuck about me
But it seems like hater wouldn't
Have a job without me
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me
Ok let's talk about me, (talk about me)
Go head & talk about me (talk about me)
Paprazzi snappin pictures while I'm
Parkin my V
Why would I talk about you
When I could talk about me