Megan Thee Stallion - Megans Piano lyrics

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Megan Thee Stallion - Megans Piano lyrics

[Intro] And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it [Verse 1] Big ass chain ‘round my neck so these ni**as know I'm rich and I don't need sh*t but the dick Big ass stack in this purse so these ni**as know I'm workin', I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin ni**as gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen, I'm really finna make another M Now tell me how the fu*k I'm in the wrong if I don't want the ni**a and he still ain't fu*kin' with the b*tch [Chorus] I be working, I make moves in silence Hoes might've never liked me and I'm fine with it Nasty, I'm a real ni**a fantasy I'll drop dead 'fore a broke ni**a handle me D'USSÉ, this rich b*tch enеrgy Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy Mеssy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it b*tch got receipts but ain't never finna buy sh*t (Ah) [Verse 2] Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl I ain't never asked to be the sh*t, girl Don't call me "sis," 'cause I'm not your sister You really need to come and get your mister Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture Everybody look busted, injured Stalkin' my page, b*tch probably wanna scissor All in her mouth like I kissed her [Chorus] I be working, I make moves in silence Hoes might've never liked me and I'm fine with it Nasty, I'm a real ni**a fantasy I'll drop dead 'fore a broke ni**a handle me D'USSÉ, this rich b*tch energy Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it b*tch got receipts but ain't never finna buy sh*t [Verse 3] Bad b*tches run in my pack, gang sh*t Cartier frames spot a b*tch on some lame sh*t Broke ni**as all in my way, clear 'em Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough Wildin', on a boat on an island When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in I got a ni**a, but I don't need one He fu*k up, I'ma have my fun Teacup, I can fit a b*tch in my purse Which one of y'all wanna go first? Spicy, ain't a b*tch out built like me I run sh*t, probably how I got a deal with Nike Beefing? You just mad we ain't speaking And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleeping Phoney, I don't need no new homies I'm the reason all my opps ain't homeless (Ah)