Lyrics: Harli Saxon
Music: Harli Saxon
Got all these haters mad at me
‘Cause I rose from the rubble
I said, but once I get my groove back
These bitches in trouble
Blood splatter up on the ceiling
And make it a double
Heat’s rising, and I’m reeling
These bitches in trouble
Got all these fire-starters jelly
Cause I rose from the ashes
I tell you, they’re going nuts
But I can solve it with magic
All I do is get the bread
And it starts all these clashes
But when I see ‘em at the altar
My tongue turns to lashes
I’ve had enough of all you trashy bitches
I need some teachable, amusing, and classy bitches
Gotta be capable of growth
I’m talking rags to riches
I ain’t got time for no pathetic or irrational bitches
I get this money up
Like it’s just some cash to me
But please excuse yourself if you think I mean paper money
I mean that spiritual wealth that I got deep within me
I don’t have pity for you if you try to take it from me
Because I earned it all
And I’ma defend it for free
So don’t be wasting all your time tryna be jealous of me
Because I’m cloaked in that serenity and crystalline web
And I be drippin’ my enchantress beads
Like candy-coated arms