Last Minute - Molly Brazy

Uh grew up in that rugrat era, we was bay bay’s

With the shits

Quick to hop on tip like Sha-Nay-Nay good times, JJ

Choppa behind the dryer, knowing mama do laundry

Rodney was playing with fire who snitch

You can’t say that with a serious face

You phone snatchers

Bitch my brother fought a serious case, homicide

That’s why I rock them red bottoms with spikes and drive the porsche like I’m

blind

Never stoppin at lights

Okay speaking facts i buy gucci like its dish detergent

You basic bitches still basic with a plastic surgeon

Tell my jeweler its urgent I’m about to catch a flight

So much water on me flooded like a busted pipe

The whitest bust in the city, put that on Elvis

Don’t even try to take em off me, niggas know im selfish

FN With a scope, it play peek-a-boo

I need to see a therapist cuz i can’t keep a roof

I heard that they don’t like how me and trina cool

Let these bitches tell it bro thats Trina coupe

French Vanilla no chaser fucking up the session

I put up 20 bro I’m hooping like he know i’m betting

Another win under my belt, no y’all can’t fuck with me

Give me some space, I don’t want these bitches touching me

Probably got the cooties with yo broke ass, no bag

Still wearing prada that shit so sad

Im convinced yall content and i ain’t satisfied

I blew eleven in Sax and I got back in line

Since the boys got indicted, I don’t check and grind

Cuz the feds knew too much, and they ain tap the line

Molly think she that, Molly think she this

But if it ain’t about money, Molly ain’t think it’s shit

Louis, Ferro in my hair, and it’s last minute

You know I got the juice, bitch my swag dripping

Back to back in the Forbes, me and Kash trippin

Ima bitch cuz yeen hit?

Is you mad, nigga?

You pathetic and your pockets anorexic

I could lose it all and I wouldn’t even fucking stress it

Get them haters on the line, send them boys your way

Strip em naked, we rock Louis, let him keep his J’s

How you doing?

Let that Glock .40 meet your face

You mention me, now we gon shoot til you delete your page

I can’t beef witchu, you never left the city

Ain’t ever trapping, we hit Philly just to pop some wheelies

Airplane Miami tho when the D get cold

In Dubai getting sand in my pinky toes

You bum bitch, your bag empty like your ring finger

And you a monkey so I know you not the ringleader

Tell your boss tell her boss that I’m my own boss

Molly Brazy got more rings than a phone call

Congratulations you the biggest hoe- no wait

Congratulations, you the biggest joke, you broke

I’ll spit on you, I’ll shit on you

And when I empty the clip, bitch that’s the end of you

Molly look what you made, look what you created

Clip long, temper shorter than abbreviations

Louis, Ferro in my hair, and it’s last minute

You know I got the juice, bitch my swag dripping

Trendsetter, all these hoes wanna be like me

I’m boutta start texting rats, I want my cheese

Jeweler left me in the cold, he wanna see me freeze

Bought a Cartier bracelet to complement the links

Eyes chink cuz I’m higher than a condo

Acting macho get your face blown pronto

Hoes messier than taco’s, and I can’t deal

Say whatever for a name, man the thirst real, forreal

Hurt feels, hurt kills, hurt steals

I ain’t playing, watch who you exchange words with

I confirm hits and send them pistols to your old bro’s crib