Hell Nah (feat. Ketch)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Hell nah lil bitch Ion want you no more

Hell nah you leave the keys at the door

Hell nah you get your clothes at the show

Hell nah hell nah hell nah

Lil bitch you know that all them clothes I bought you

And you know all them jewelries ain't cost you

And you posted on the gram like you bossed up

But you really know that you just a lost cause

You just a fraud fraud

You just a broad broad

You mad cause you got caught caught

And you can't roll with me no more because the stocks up

And you can't roll with me no more I'm rockin' Marni

I'm rockin' Gucci

I'm rockin' Prada

I'm rockin' every fuckin brand because I wanna

And my diamonds cut like pointers like katanas

and my britches sag so low like just like a brinks truck

And I ain't fighting y'all **** no more I'm poled up

Yeah I roll up on y'all **** with my Doja

I'm talkin' kitty, prowl through the city

Yeah, I pop out with your bitch I think she pretty

And she like how my chains sit all on her titties

And she ask how much it cost a light one-fifty

When I hit it from the back I do the griddy

Yeah I get sturdy in that pussy like I'm filthy

Yeah I work so fuckin' hard so I touch millis

And I work so fuckin' hard so I get Bentleys

And I work so fuckin' hard so I get checks

And I work so fuckin' hard and fuck my ex

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Hell nah lil bitch ion want you no more

Hell nah you leave the keys at the door

Hell nah you get your clothes at the show

Hell nah hell nah hell nah