I Am She Lyrics

You bitches thought I was go come off you bitches neck huh

You thought I was go let you have one up on me huh

But yawl forgot

I am she , I am she

U got a problem

Den go chase yo nigga

I'm stacking my paper

So don't get it twisted

U trippin over dick

Got u all up in yo feelings

Believe me or not

It won't make no difference

I got money

I'm ready to blow

Got haters coming at my neck

Like whoa

Ain't got a problem

But I'm ready to go

The gun on my hip

To connect to soul

You go a problem

Den Go get a bag

Trippin over a nigga

Dat u neva really had

Fuck the dum shit

I'll rather count my cash

To many bum

Just be mad

Over one nigga

Dat I already had

Speak on my name

Usher u got it bad

Wanna be me

Hoe dats to bad

It's only one me

Ull be kissin my ass

Bitch

U got a problem

Den go chase yo nigga

I'm stacking my paper

So don't get it twisted

U trippin over dick

Got u all up in yo feelings

Believe me or not

It won't make no difference

I got money

I'm ready to blow

Got haters coming at my neck

Like whoa

Ain't got a problem

But I'm ready to go

The gun on my hip

To connect to soul

U wanna trip

U can be stupid

I got a strap

And ready to use it

Don't fumble ya bag

U already losin

Competing with me

Yea u already blew it

Hittas on my squad

And We ready to do em

Over a nigga

Dats steady be choice

Sleeping on my name

Newspaper be blooming

Read ya article

front page

Cuz I do em

Bitch