breakthrough

Taking my magic for granted, bitch

Taking my magic for granted, bitch, like I won't snatch it away
Fuck it, now I'm on some savage shit, won't let y'all do me that way
Look at how I'm 'bout to flip the script, fuck who gon' catch a few strays
Forget I wasn't no average bitch, the silly games that y'all play
Playing, I'm playing to win, playing a friend or a foe
Kicking the ball through the goal, letting you muhfuckers know
Get my lawyer on the phone, put my money on the floor
Kicking in on all your doors, set reminders for you whores
At the party but I'm bored, set reminders for you whores

I wasn't born yesterday, old bitches winning
I been cooking in the kitchen
Take this food for thought, keep them wheels spinning
Keep it hot like a summer day, baby, grab your linens
Is it giving the shit that it should be giving?
Hop in ya bag, not ya feelings

Goddamn, yeah, I make it look easy
On my dick, but the shit don't please me
Might put the swag up on Ebay
Since all you little niggas wanna be me
Big daddy, yeah, tell all my flunkies I'm proud of ya
Got the recipe but the flavor's off
No hard feelings, hope you make it far, make it far

Hit me with that, all that fucking gitchi, gitchi, yeah, yeah
All you fucking leaches fucking swinging from my tatas
Swinging from my tatas
Swinging from my tatas
Tata
Tata

Don't let this shit here define me
But this shit here remind me that I'm that bitch
Whether this shit get traffic or not
Even if the shit don't pop, even if the boat don't rock
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, niggas, they be cold, then hot
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, don't stop
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, don't stop
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, don't stop
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, don't stop
Fuck it, then the show don't stop, don't stop