Only the Beginning - Brianna Perry

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Look

Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t

Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t

Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam

Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah

I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah

My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah

These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin'

Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah

I bring that heat to your city

These bitches hatin' 'cause I get it

Don’t fuck with hoes, I ain’t with it

Snatch the top off of the Bentley, let them bitches see who winnin', yeah

Stunt on all them bitches now, poppin' like a collar now

Gucci runners drippin', I got snakes all on my collar now

Fuck it, pop a bottle now, fuck it, I’m a model now

Catch your nigga lookin', bitch, you’re lucky I don’t holler now

G5, I’m goin' live, yeah

Homicide when I’m with the guy, yeah

I’m rockin' shorts, I’m showin' my thigh

I got the city on my back, bitch, 305

Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t

Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t

Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam

Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah

I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah

My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah

These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin'

Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah

Hop in, spend a dollar, fuck a check up in Prada

Pop a nigga like a bottle if we’re havin' some problems

Cut you up like a barber

Switchin' lanes down Biscayne

Hit the gas on 'em, full throttle

Perfect timin' on 'em, look how I’m shinin' on 'em

Check out my watch, look how I’m glistenin' when them diamond on 'em

Hope you shy, shut it down, I ain’t fuckin' 'round

I pop up on you at the Grammys, have your goofy ass down

Brand new Lamborghini, top off, in my bikini

Disappear like a genie, come and check with the gang

Chanel boots in the rain, triple Balmain

Powder pink, don’t come through, hoggin' the lane

Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t

Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t

Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam

Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah

I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah

My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah

These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin'

Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah

This only the beginning

You now this only the beginning

You know this only the beginning, man

Brianna Perry, fat checks

Got all these racks in my pocket, man