Complexion! Lyrics

Ay, phew, yeah

Turn my shit up

Pussy, Pussy

Bad ho, come shake it for me

Bitch, I got a bag they tried to take it from me

Fuckin' bitches gettin' money, that's the basics to me

Oh, you claim your niggas real, but they're the fakest to me

you don't know me, you don't even be the places I be

Countin' up the money, got a hundred K tucked on me

Bitch, what we doin'

Fucked all on this college, bitch, I think that shit a bruin

Addin' up the money, my shit better be congruent

If it's not, we kickin' shit, my niggas gon' straight throw it

Big ass fuckin' chop, nigga, we don't twenty to it

That bitch all on my cock, she gon' swallow all my fluid

Ooh, bring it back

Maj goin' crazy, know he slidin' with a Mac

Oh, that's your lil' hoe while she was eatin' on my sack

Damn, yo breath stink, nigga, here you go, tic-tac

Maj goin' up, I told you always, bet on black

All my niggas slide with K's, but they not from the rack

Right back on the mission, baby, I just got off track

You can come over real quick, but I can't buy no Birkin bag

Ayy, bitch, spin back, been did that

Bad lil' bitch, I'm tryna beat it from the back

In love with the money all paper that I stack

Yo niggas not real, they try to stab you in the back

Ayy, who the fuck is that? Why he in my section

Bad lil' bitch, she in love with my complaintion

I'm the type of nigga walk in start flexin

Just throw me the ball, it'll be over in a second

I'm feelin' just like Andre back when he was on the Texans

She keep askin' for my number, I can't do no fuckin' textin

Ayy, nigga, it's a done, nigga

No more fuckin' handouts, nigga

Stop askin' me, I'm not givin' you niggas shit

Don't give a fuck bout a broke bitch, broke nigga

Fuck you, broke pussy ass, niggas

It's done