Princess Morbucks Lyrics

Came to give the hoes plenty

Benji

And let the beat ride

'Cause I'ma big shot

And let the beat ride

Tell these bitches I'ma big shot

Benji Bucksaplenty, I feel like Princess Morbucks

I'm feeling hella fab like I'm standing in the store front

I stopped throwing shade so I can give these bitches more sun

Changed my last name to Morbucks

Because it's more fun

I don't beef with any bitch, I don't argue with morons

I told 'em fuck the chorus 'cause I'ma give 'em more runs

Never sweat an issue so my skin is never porous

Check my image in the phone, Mr. Beautiful Gorgeous

Keep the bag on deck like I was shopping in Beverly

But no matter how you price it, I can't buy what you're selling me

Baby I'm heavenly

Grade A bad bitch is my legacy

Can you smell what I'm cooking? I'm not selling my recipe

Last boy I fell in love with, he thought he bested me

But they're coming dime a dozen now that I'm obsessed with me

I don't fall in love, I fall in place, hit the ejector seat

I'm the type to make you do a hard stop on a seventy

Nobody can flex on me

I'm good for your longevity

Staring at me perplexingly

Like I'm full of complexity

My company's a special fee

So baby boy invest in me

Ain't nobody sexing me

You can't serve it better than me

So don't front like you were testing me

Your presence should be lessening

In fact, the same dude that's rejecting me

Was just massaging my neck for me

So I'ma chill out with the cocky talk

Fueled up, the rocket stalled

If you got me then you hit the power ball

Making bitches sick, so I stay with the Tylenol

It's always a spike when I serve it, volleyball

You already know this

I'm magical and focused

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Wake up and smell the roses

Only come in large doses

Catch me on the camera working on my favorite poses

Shawham across the room, duck walk and I'm voguing

I ain't tryna take your man but I guess he's chosen

Said he wanna take me to get some fresh pedicured toes and

The princess treatment, but his bank account's frozen

Heel click, heel click, come get your man bitch

I want crème brûlée and champagne, motherfuck a sandwich

Yeah I got my own, but broke don't get my juices flowing

I don't tolerate a lot, and the window's still closing

I got bitches on my trail, sprinting with the high knee

Likely

Watching every move I make high key

Precisely

They wanna say I come off rude and icy

Say my attitude is a little too feisty

Spicy?

Bitches want beef no brisket

Lace the shoe up if the bitch fit

I got spell beads on my wristlet

Princess Morbucks with the wrist flick

Electric chair

Tell a bitch to kiss my hiney

Never sweat, always glowing, bitch I'm shiny