Megan Thee Stallion - Tina Snow Interlude lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keke] And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real How ya—, how ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real Come— , come— , comin' down How ya—, how ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real Piece and—, piece and—, piece and chain four shiny grills How ya— , how— [Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion] Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors Everybody talking 'bout a b*tch who went ghost, sh*t, that's how I roll All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes outta my face When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that racе Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoеs, tint my windows and lock my doors Everybody talking 'bout a b*tch went ghost, sh*t, that's how I roll All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes out of my face When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race [Interlude: Megan Thee Stallion] (Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors) I had to learn that some people only fu*k with you when it's beneficial (Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors) And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherfu*kin' issue (fu*ked up, fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors) You can keep tellin' people you don't fu*k with me no more 'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah) (Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors) And I'm still doin' Hot Girl sh*t (Ayy) Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah) [Bridge] Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors) Fake, fake, fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors) Fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors) Fake, fake, fake ass b*tches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors) [Outro: Lil' Keke the Don] H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in See, first off top, I'ma say this, man It take a special motherfu*ker to even represent this way of life, you understand? See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture 'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through Perforated from the guts, to the door pannels, to the booth We don't ride raincoat If I got the top up on it, that motherfu*ker cover with the rain Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clear on that paint b*tch thicker than Megan, get it? See, that's how you talk slayer Have you ever seen a b*tch so bad a ni**a spend his last on that sh*t? Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, ni**a Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, if I'm in it, I own it Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere "Ke, what you sayin'?" I say it all at the safe, how you like me now, ni**a?