Lyrics: Lydia Habtemariam/Mariah Buckles/Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay
Music: Lydia Habtemariam/Mariah Buckles/Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay
You was eating me for dinner back in the Maldives
Thought I was the one when you had me down on my knees
Met my family in December, thought I would get a ring
Whole time you was ****in' these bitches in Sandy Springs
You trade a trophy for a problem
Cross me, you a goner
I'm not your momma, I'll leave you
Just like your father, I'll leave you, uh-huh
I'ma round all my hoes up, I'm jaded
I'ma wear that lil' dress that you hated
I forgot who I was for a while
Now when they bring my bottles and lights
And ask me what I want on my sign
Tell 'em real bitches back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real bitches back in style
Look at us now
All my real bitches back in style
In style
Real bitches back in style
In style
All my real bitches back in style
Look at us now
All my real bitches back in
Said I want a winner, but not the kind that would cheat
Not the kind bringing bitches back up to the Four Seasons
It's hard to realize it when he lying through his teeth, but
It's hard to deny when everybody know your tea
And while they talking, I'm flossin', just check the wrist watch, yeah
I went from AP to Richard while y'all was TikToking
Y'all know me as Daddy's baby, I'm Miss Get-fits-often
If y'all got so much to say then why y'all ain't been stop me?
I'ma round all my hoes up, I'm jaded
I'm jaded, I'm jaded
I'ma wear that lil' dress that you hated
That you hated, you hated
I forgot who I was for a while
Now when they bring my bottles and lights
And ask me what I want on my sign
I tell 'em real bitches back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real bitches back in style
Look at us now
All my real bitches back in style
Real bitches back in style
All my real bitches back in style
Look at us now
All my real bitches back in
All my real bitches back in style
I tell 'em real bitches back in style
All my real bitches back in