P!NNACL3 Lyrics

Mirror, mirror, Who's the fairest of them all

Told my mama ima be a fucking star

I've been chasing paper since the fucking start

If it ain't about the beef then why're they throwing salt

Tell em I'm reaching my pinnacle

Curving these hoes, I got 10 of em

I want the neck

Give me the ice

Fill up my wrist with the minerals

Tell em I'm reaching my pinnacle

Curving these hoes, I got 10 of em

I want the neck

Give me the ice

Fill up my wrist with the minerals

Tell em I'm reaching my pinnacle...

These days I text on a minimal...

Out here we chasing the minerals

No no bitch, I don't do miracles

Getting money with these hands

My plates be getting nutritional

Now that I came with the heat

Your hoe preparing a feast

Catalogue stretching like girls at a beach, Ima need 30 at least

I do this shit for my mama

Sorry for cursing, your honor

Ou, they be hoping you fumble the ball

Niggas ain't ready for karma

Yea

Yea

I want my cake in a Benz

I want my cake in a Benz

I want my cake in a Benz

Tell em to keep all the xans

Tell em to keep all the xans

Dreaming bout gin & the juice on a beach

Haters be falling asleep

Can't wait till a nigga pull up with the rain

Pull a shawty with the belt like I'm Pootie Tang

She can't find her nigga like he Kirko Bangz (where he at)

I bought her a chain instead of a ring

Mirror, mirror, Who's the fairest of them all

Told my mama ima be a fucking star

I've been chasing paper since the fucking start

If it ain't about the beef then why're they throwing salt

Tell em I'm reaching my pinnacle

Curving these hoes, I got 10 of em

I want the neck

Give me the ice

Fill up my wrist with the minerals

Tell em I'm reaching my pinnacle

Curving these hoes, I got 10 of em

I want the neck

Give me the ice

Fill up my wrist with the minerals