"Mood Board" lyrics

Ha
I just feel like a lot of y'all mood boards don't get me
Until I post my next picture or I do my next Tik-Tok
Or I get a new hairstyle

Cruisin' in the hood in my new Lamb' (pee-pee)
Birkin in hand (in hand), 300-some' grand (you know)
Bitches stealin' looks, I'm thinkin' about stealin' they man
Ass fat, you gotta grip this shit with two hands (ha, ha, ha)
Whistle while I spend (ah)
Hoes be stealin' looks (they try)
Tryna steal my style (huh)
Bitch, don't make me steal your fuckin' man ('cause I'ma take 'em)

I'm on some different shit (you know that)
I'm who they wanna be (whoo!)
Tell your man to make you cum before you come for me
Pastor J, I'm smokin' L's, I keep it cool (keep it cool)
Pussy turned him to a crazy man, fool (bih)

I got too many options, I'm switchin' my niggas
It's time to go corporal (time to go corporal)
I don't even talk rent, I talk mortgage (talk mortgage)
New coupé, all white like my 'Forces (fuck)
Fuck lookin' good, bitch, I look gorgeous (huh)
Dess fuckin' with the plug, hoes cordless (cordless)
Oh, pussy, you can't afford Taurus (vroom)
You get it? Got it, good

I'm really havin' my way
Bitches ain't havin' no motion
As soon as I walk in the spot
Only thing that you see is me glowin'
Bitch, I be steppin', Rick Owens (whoo)
I'm gettin' sick of Bottega
Throw salt at these hoes 'cause they bland
Bitches ain't havin' no flavor (no flavor)

Cruisin' in the hood in my new Lamb' (pee-pee)
Birkin in hand (in hand), 300-some' grand (you know)
Bitches stealin' looks, I'm thinkin' about stealin' they man
Ass fat, you gotta grip this shit with two hands (ha, ha, ha)
Whistle while I spend (ah)
Hoes be stealin' looks (they try)
Tryna steal my style (huh)
Bitch, don't make me steal your fuckin' man (ha-ha)

I'm a raw bitch
I don't do raw sex (I don't do raw)
It better be a Rolls Royce (whoo)
If we're havin' car sex (don't you do that though)
Drip me in VV's (VV's)
Fuck you, it's about me, me (all about me)
Pussy on water
Someone get him a jet ski (get him a jet ski)

Spendin' my money, I'ma spend his too
(Gimme that dough, bitch, yeah)
Got my own bag, but I want his too (I want you to know that)
These hoes see shit from a bird's eye view
(From a bird's eye view)
Niggas move slow-mo, I'ma fly by you (I'ma fly by you)

I got a foreign, but keep me a chauffeur
Bitches be Kiki, I keep my composure
Don't entertain it, I'ma just troll it
Hoes run they mouth 'cause they broke like a motor (yeah, whoo)
Niggas be clout-chasin', I don't promote 'em
With all of these racks, I could control 'em (hey)
I stay on go like my foot on the gas (yeah)
With all of these 'fits, I'll be whoopin' they ass (yeah, yeah)

Cruisin' in the hood in my new Lamb' (pee-pee)
Birkin in hand (in hand), 300-some' grand (you know)
Bitches stealin' looks, I'm thinkin' about stealin' they man
Ass fat, you gotta grip this shit with two hands (ha, ha, ha)
Whistle while I spend (ah)
Hoes be stealin' looks (they try)
Tryna steal my style (huh)
Bitch, don't make me steal your fuckin' man ('cause I'ma -, ha-ha)

Since y'all always so cranked about somebody wantin' y'all nigga
Well, you just gave me a reason, bitch
Get off my biz, stop copyin' me
Take me off your mood board
Ha-ha, durr