Betty Crocker (feat. 3DTae)

She whippin it up, ha Imma call her Betty Crocker Got ice on me, think I got a cold Someone go and call the doctor Bitch crazy, yuh I was gone before I lost her A run away, ha (that's me) Someone go and call the fosters Talk with your chest I don't know what you saying Float like I'm tropical keep that shit raining Do it yourself I don't know why they hating Head like a tutor your bitch gonna brain it They bring out the cameras they see that I'm famous Don't look at the bill take my money and pay it She calling me baby you know who they blaming There's no way to fake it they know what I'm making They making me offers, they don't need to bother I'm turning it down like I turn on your daughter He thought they were strong then I walked by and got her She don't know the tricks gave me brain then I taught her Vision so blurry can't see in this bitch Phone gonna buzz like a bee in this bitch I make my bitch drip double C's in this bitch Who's gonna tell him I'm pleasing his bitch Post up with a girl from Barbados Fly her out to the Turks and the Caicos I rack up the bills and you pay those Your bitch gonna do what I say so Like what she gon do she can't say no I'm up in her dreams like I'm Faygo I married the game I don't play though No OVO Drake this a Draco Old hearts, new chrome Old queen, new throne Old number, new phone Same dog, same bone Left hand like Zo Beating it up like I hit it before Put you in the Jag you ain't seeing the Rolls My music made platinum my chain made of gold I'm taking his girl now she onto me I'm taking his money monopoly Put one in his brain like lobotomy Big Milly built different anomaly I just bought a whip with designer keys I just copped a bed with designer sheets I'll smoke before bed for a higher sleep I'm moving to bigger and finer things She whippin it up, ha Imma call her Betty Crocker Got ice on me, think I got a cold Someone go and call the doctor Bitch crazy, yuh I was gone before I lost her A run away, ha (that's me) Someone go and call the fosters Got me a rough Ryder She ride like a Harley In the studio I'm grinding If I don't text back I'm sorry Gave Glizzy the pack he ain't never been tardy It's lights camera action when we step in the party Say you wanna snatch this chain then Good Luck Charlie I'm a young star I ain't talking bout Hardee's Me and Milly on the grind tryna touch these M's Had to cut off the leaches they move like Sims I was in the field early, wanna bag in the gym All I want is green bills like I'm counting up gems How you a gangsta you relied on yo film I'm tryna go up, talking about over the rim Stick hit his hair like he got him a trim My future getting brighter but the light was dim (let's go) And I know they hate I'm chosen And I know they ain't got no motion Just me and my shawty that's how I'm rolling For her love I'm never folding She whippin it up, ha Imma call her Betty Crocker Got ice on me, think I got a cold Someone go and call the doctor Bitch crazy, yuh I was gone before I lost her A run away, ha Someone go and call the fosters