Church St. - Bulma lyrics

[Verse 1: Church St] All I ever wanted was someone to tuck me in, not a bunch of men Kicking n***as out, only drug dealers coming in I'm mumbling You gotta call me Church if you do not know my government Words of encouragement Sixteen lit, I ain't talking bout the molly Walk in, mob deep, I'm the one and only prodigy You walk in with so much animosity Gin got me slapped but I can hear these b**hes gossiping Well honey welcome to the jungle, I know you don't want no trouble Like I finally wore a dress tonight so me don't want no scuffle So much pink inside my drink tonight, it got me seeing double Said I'm waaaay too flossy, tell these hoes to get up off me [Verse 2: Church St] Hoes send me pictures, I'm like "why are you naked?" My dude see my phone, that's a loooong conversation And boys with no money, they gets NO conversation Just the 3-dot bubble, until you get you a hustle He say he stunt like his daddy, I hope his daddy is Russell And tell his friends that you ain't sh** because he know that he love ya And tell his friends that he ain't trickin', but he fill up the duffel And he can never cut me off, I'm taking trips with his mother (Ayyyy) I just got my fangs, now I look like Selene I will do the Bape but I can't do the Supreme You are not as great as they said you would be And now I'm tryna figure out who even said that to me I cut him off, bodies floating dead in the sea I got a muthaf**in' reverend to see Out in Tokyo and nothing's really scary to me The pretty lights put that pretty cool glare in my teeth I'm so coooooold, hot sake feel like seven degrees