Cuban Doll - Rat b**h lyrics

[Verse 1] How the f** y’all hoes winning Y’all ain’t even got a check (Aye) Diamonds on my chain got a check On my neck (Yah) No not a doll you A rat that’s a fact I say that in all Disrespect Money on my mind I Grind for my n***as and he say He f**ing with me I ain’t got Time for these n***as Y’all be Lying to these n***as Lying in Them songs and them b**hes Weak as hell ain’t even worth Lying on Got guns a lot of Those We leaving a lot of Hoes These hoes I’m tired Of those I leave em like Adios That choppa gone send Him home I’m wit it they right Or wrong They can’t go play His role You ain’t never played With them rows so I’m told Y’all hoes gone shake some but Y’all don’t What y’all on? Y’all Hoes ain’t on sh** Y’all just broke Oh you broke? b**h how you broke and you Grown? (What the f**!) No not A boss you a worker and the Type of life I live’ll probably Scare the average person I ain’t Purpin Ion see it in person than It ain’t worth it This sh** got Right here have yo old hoes Lurkin got a new n***a bout To quit him It ain’t workin They don’t do sh** when They see me they be nervous This ain’t fall out the sky I had To earn it and them breeches I’ll Burn Don’t give a f** bout who Deserve em Yeah we slide on b**hes Personal just business Cause sh**’ll get like that I ain’t Lying we wit it b**hes be lying On my head They be lying to Kick it Like how I be on y’all Mind I just be minding my Business That package Pending b**h we did a lot of Stackin Y’all ain’t do sh** but A lot of rappin When you tired Of losing b**h come holla at Me Everybody eatin I get that Ball ain’t gotta pa** it This our sh** This ain’t sh** somebody Handed us I ain’t ask for bands But walk around this b**h banded Up Five bands I ain’t got a job still Ran It up b**hes mad at us slide get Yo sh** matted up