B.B.S.R. Lyrics

Who knew

I's gon' flourish

Gettin' over you

Things you said you'd do is overdue

Shine my chains

Tonight I'm tryna look flashy

Queen don't queen don't queen don't mess with trash

Oh no no no no man I got class

Fix my make-up, hair, and then I dash

Where my flashy girls

Get their own shit

Boys can't pick a side

I'm that main chick

Oh damn right I'm loud

Don't get it twisted

When I come together

With my sistas

Yeah you know

We got them bands, bands, bands, bands, bands

Put the money in the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Fill it up

I make it stack, stack, stack, stack, stack

Who needs boys when we got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks

Face beat look like ooh

My brush don't go wrong

Take my time I do

'Cause I'm so damn worth it

How you think I get this perfect

Make the boys get nervous

Paychecks I get offers

Make him spend a fortune

Elizabeth with the carats

Cleopatra with the estate

I'm Lupita with the flashy flashy

Queen moves on the chess game

You ain't nothin' but a car wash, handyman, back rub, garden boy

Yeah I put you on this green Earth

Don't forget that

I'm a Queen boy

Where my flashy girls

Get their own shit

Boys can't pick a side

I'm that main chick

Oh damn right I'm loud

Don't get it twisted

When I come together

With my sistas

Yeah you know

We got them bands, bands, bands, bands, bands

Put the money in the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Fill it up

I make it stack, stack, stack, stack, stack

Who needs boys when we got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks

Make it look easy

Make it look easy

Make it look easy yeah

Look at my face, my hair, my nails, my fit

I'm dripping yeah

Blank cheques, black cards, unlimited credit yeah

Super squats

Every day

Cava the booty yeah

Make it look easy

Make it look easy

Make it look easy yeah

Look at my face, my hair, my nails, my fit

I'm dripping yeah

Blank cheques, black cards, unlimited credit yeah

Super squats

Every day

Cava the booty yeah, ooh

Where my flashy girls

Get their own shit

Boys can't pick a side

I'm that main chick

Oh damn right I'm loud

Don't get it twisted

When I come together

With my sistas

Yeah you know

We got them bands, bands, bands, bands, bands

Put the money in the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Fill it up

I make it stack, stack, stack, stack, stack

Who needs boys when we got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks