Bands Up - Lil Debbie

Fuck it up, uh

(K-Classic) fuck it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Funny all them bitches speaking on me (talking)

No response, my money’s speaking for me

Broke ass bitches, never come for me

Only bossy bitches in my company

They still eating if they never get a call from me

Circle solid 'cause we live that life of luxury

So much paper, got accountants for them counts now

So much flavour, they just waiting for a countdown

Five, four, three, two, one

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up

Double cup and kush, I’ve found my zone

My position in this city set in stone (syling)

I’m just stating facts already known

Bitches know the game, shit, I just play

Fuck the competition, I just slay (slay 'em)

Bitches come and go, I’m here to stay

Name a bitch more popping out the Bay (where she at?)

You can miss me with that bullshit, not today

'Cause you know the deal

Where the shit’s real, them hoes know the chill

I treat this rap shit like whack bitches I know the kill

I got a double cup like yeah, I just doubled up on my thing

I re-up, you know we up still buzzing off of that tree

I’m just me

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up

I be on some other shit

Fucking up the game on the mothership

I don’t pay no mind to that stuff and shit

So all them talking ass bitches go and suck a dick

Savage (I am)

We be state to state, don’t need no baggage (local hoes)

Bitches talking down, they do no damage

I’m all in till I’m balling

Got five friends and they all tense

Fifthy shades of slay your bitches

Still M.O.B., I don’t pay you no bitches

Bitch, you ain’t know my life

You could never handle my flight

Feeling like kyte

You ain’t never seen these heights

Haters never dimming my light

Bitches so hurt

Mad that I’m moving that work

And they mad when I’m moving my skirt

Bitches throwing shade, talking 'bout the moves I made

Disregarding all the dues I pay

So let’s get up

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up

Money got me looking super clean

All my bitches rooting for the team

I’m the definition of a boss bitch

Money in the air, I’ma toss it up