Ms. Put It On

Call me Mrs. Put It On Call me that bitch, that girl How you the biggest? All these hoes get they trends straight from me I'm independent, whole team flying out that shit ain't cheap Call me Mrs put it on But ain't nobody put me on Yeah I got it on my own That's the type of shit I'm on Rock this shit from head to toe This shit really on my body All white inna Benz, bitch I'm feeling like I'm gotti A hunnid bands? That ain't nun Just know that these pockets fat Bitch don't worry bout who I'm fucking Just know that this pussy slap These bitches mad, not surprising Know I'm dressing, Thousand Island Fake blogs, why you lying? Ap watch perfect timing Stomach flat, titties sitting know I'm shaped just like a bottle Make a bitch brain wobble... do she rap or do she model They like Dess how you feel. think I'm tired of being humble Bitches never talking loud keep that shit straight at a mumble Niggas prolly think that I'm 5-0 The way I'm copping shit It's like a 20 vs 1, the way I'm really popping shit Hoes speaking on my name? girl please get on yo zoom He talking bout 50/50, know im popping his ballon These bitches prolly think im petty... sorry promo ain't free These bitches going back telling business Bitch you cannot fuck with me They say I'm taking all the drip I think it's bout to be a drought He begging me to be his bitch What I did? slut him out & why you always in business, it's just giving hella pressed A whole page just for me? bitch is giving you're obsessed I can't have no nigga baby He can't me out my prime Put the Patek on my wrist Still can't let him waste my time Bitch I know I look good but this ain't no bbl The way this ass sit in shorts Man I know it's hard to tell Call me Mrs. Put It On But ain't nobody put me on Yeah I got it on my own That's the type of shit I'm on