Lyrics Good Luck, Armani! - Armani West

I got that Henny, my sister
I got that Henny, my sister

I'm a sad black bitch in a sad white world
Gotta throw it back if I wanna make it as a girl
He can't bully on a bitch like me because I fight the world
I'm depressed and look better, I go real
I be lookin' at her nigga, I'ma damn he tryna fuck
I know that he got no feelings but he tryna catch a nut
I'ma slut, nevermind, I just think I'm fucked up
I'm a little heartbroken, my body he can't touch
But I shake my ass, fat booty bitch, gon' touch 'em toes
Park it on the stairs, blast lip, land on his nose

Drop a rope, kick the bitch on fire, pussy like a hose
Catch a cold, sneeze on the beat, I'll say let it go
Bouncing diggity bouncing all this ass he got around
Like if I wanna take his money then I call on his account
Better than your bitch she a valley to a mountain
Tell that bitch start hanging up like a TV before I mount it

I been here I been there a hundred bands and underwear
Got my hands up on my knees and I'm standing on a chair
Long hair never care bend her over like an arrow
When he tell me come and ride it I act like we at the fair

Damn my money topped
Lot of ass watch me walk like a boss
Bitch I flyer than a moth pockets working rods
Throw it back and then I toss his biggest loss
His biggest loss
When I'm crying in my room
Don't be knowing what to do
I be high as fuck tripping
Like I never had a clue
If I was a bad bitch

Wait, we already knew
Heavy on the confidence
Shout out to my babies too
I be breaking rules
He break my back in
With a hood nigga
Hide the knock
Bring it back in
In a SRT at the
Tryna back in, how you gon' be friends with a bitch who wasn't back in?

Bitches fake, take the plate, heat it up, and then I ate
First the plate, spit it up, then he beat it up like a case
Yeah, I told him I was tall, but I stopped in third grade
Fuckin' middle school, bullies wish that they was just in K, y'all text me
Yeah, go on leave me alone, cut that pussy ass
Nigga, just stop blowin' my phone
In my face, in my zone
Booty fat, tryna bone
And I'm pretty with Omega, baby, I don't need a moan
We been talkin' for some hours, say it's money long

When I say I got that donkey, I ain't talkin' Kong
And I said I was a rapper, I'ma crack it to my song
And if you my bad bitch, go and sing along

I been here, I been there, a hundred bands and underwear
Got my hands up on my knees, and I'm standin' on this chair
Long hair, never care, bend it over like a heir
When he tell me to come ride it, I act like we at the fair

This is what I talk, this is what I talk
This is what I talk, this is what I talk
This is what I talk, this is what I talk
This is what I talk, this is what I talk