Styling lyrics

[Chorus]

Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

[?] wrist full of gold

I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

Grind up a check, got it at the store

Runnin' through the checks till the club close

Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes

[Verse 1]

I gotta get it, I need the chicken, I need the bread

That's why I'm workin' and I'm in the Benz 'cause you in the bed

Bitches is sleepin', fuck is they thinkin'? What is you doin'?

Then they be mad, lookin' at me like I did something to 'em, uh

Bank account on racks, pussy still on drip drop

Put this pussy on wax, took me straight to the tip top

I might race with the Wraith, ain't no space in the safe

Next bitch in my face catchin' case, catchin' case

But anywho, anywho, Birkin bag, Jimmy Choos

All my bitches say "Eeeeooowwww!", all my guns go "Boom!"

More guns than the warden, smack hoes with my Jordans

Pussy's floodin' New Orleans, kiss a bitch and I'm gorgeous

Never been no pussy, yo, I'm always with the shits

I ain't never been no dirty broad but now I'm filthy rich, bitch bitch!

[Chorus]

Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

[?] wrist full of gold

I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

Grind up a check, got it at the store

Runnin' through the checks till the club close

Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes

[Verse 2]

Money, money, money, money's all I think of

I swear to God, I wake up and get the green stuff

You put your money on these hoes, get your refund

I just got my nails did, I just got my weave done

If you want a fly press put Bardi on that shit

I just bought a new gun, put a body on that shit

She upstairs, I'ma wait in the lobby for that bitch

I got my bitch and a man that can buy me all that shit

You can find my fine ass

Bathtub with a wine glass

All these hoes wanna bring me down

I don't never ever mind that

Can you show me where your money is?

'Cause I know where mine's at

All the energy you put in me

You just tryna get the top back

Lately I been on some conceited shit

'Cause I don't need a bitch

Blast off, I don't feed a bitch

That's how I treat a bitch

In my hood I got hella stripes

Straight Adidas shit

Hope she got the same energy

When I see that bitch, bitch!

[Chorus]

Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes

[?] wrist full of gold

I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

Grind up a check, got it at the store

Runnin' through the checks till the club close

Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes

I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes