Lyrics: Stunna Girl/Vanessa Doll
Music: Stunna Girl/Vanessa Doll
[Intro: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*****s talking
**** what b*****s talking
[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
B***h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b***h
**** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h you see who run this shit I got the clout
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h, **** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Verse 1: Stunna Girl]
New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you
Ain’t no comin' back nigga once I am off you
Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets
It’s the famous thousands of likes on my pics
Hot b***h straight up out of Mactown
Super flexer better check my background b***h
I’m the showstopper of the party
Real ass, real hair, real life Barbie b***h
I’m the showstopper of the party
**** him then I get some money like Cardi
You niggas got the nerve, ooh, wee
I got that high class coochie, call it Gucci
[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*****s talking 'bout
**** what b*****s talking
B***h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b***h
**** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h you see who run this shit I got the clout
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h, **** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Verse 2: Blaatina]
Show them b*****s, me and Stunna do 'em dirty
Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry
I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries
**** these hoes, b***h I do not want your nigga
Intimidate me b***h, you funny, know my pockets bigger
I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger
Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers
B*****s, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk
What’s bracking, lil' b***h, we will slide right on yo block
This shit for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock
[Verse 3: Stunna Girl & Blaatina]
Nigga, all you do is eat my p***y and get on my nerves
You b*****s is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds
You b*****s is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking d**k
I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich
B***h, my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat
These b*****s capping, they ain’t even from no ****ing streets
I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street b***h
I passed everybody that said I wouldn’t be shit
Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door, and b***h, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses
****ing followers you got, b***h, can you ride a d**k?
Bring that b***h around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his d**k
Talking on the internet, b***h that shit will get you shot
My killers don’t have IG’s b***h, they posted on the block
B***h, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out
Counting so much ****ing money that I’m ****ing losing count
B***h, I’m ****ing losing, counting so much ****ing money
I’m ****ing losing count
[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*****s talking 'bout
**** what b*****s talking
B***h I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b***h
**** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h you see who run this shit I got the clout
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h you see who run this shit
B***h, **** what b*****s talking 'bout
B***h, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Outro: Stunna Girl]
B***h you see who running shit
B***h you see who running shit
B***h you see who running shit
B***h you see who running shit
B***h I got the ****ing clout
Counting so much ****ing money, b***h I’m ****ing losing count