Em Birds Lyrics

I ain't ready for this drama

Bitch, pussy, problem

She suck me, then she gaga

She could be my moma

I be flyin' round the town

Just to make a couple dollars

I be flyin' private jets

For an overseas moma

I be countin' up these bands

To buy some jewelry and prada

I be givin' hell

Now my demons hit me harder

I be swervin' round the city

With my wrist out the window

Different colored money

I could buy my wrist a big ol' rainbow

Different thots, there's some birds

I don't know why they do the rat shit

I be countin' money

Just to up my bank account shit

They only want my money

I got two bitches on the back seat

They only want my money, huh

Why they hatin'

Them bitches play with me

Like what they fakin

They talk it like some birds

Sturdy chirpin

I don't give a fuck

About what you say

Look what I'm makin

I ain't ready for this drama

Bitch, pussy, problem

She suck me, then she gaga

She could be my moma

I be flyin' round the town

Just to make a couple dollars

I be flyin' private jets

For an overseas moma