Lyrics Thank God for Me - Cult

Who that that you said you was lookin for
I have no direction when it come to cutting ties
You know what you want? Do you really though
Honey, be my cover when they come for me or die
Die die die
Honey, be my cover when they come for me or
I do what i want without a nigga, I'm a top tier bitch

Now, i don't think that you appreciate me
Your complacency is crazy
I think you should thank God for me
For me, thank God for me
For me, thank God for

So, you'll settle for a nigga
That you'll never ever know
Get it while it's hot
Fresh off the stove
Gone work ya magic
Like you did before
Make em all want ya
Let these niggas know
I do what i want without a nigga
I'm a top tier bitch

Well, I don't think that you appreciate me
Your complacency is crazy
I think you should thank God for me
For me, thank God for me
For me, thank God for me

(You a bad bitch)
I Do what i want without a nigga
(You a bad bitch)
I'm a top tier bitch

Walk up in the function, you the envy of your friends
They don't even like you and you know it; you pretend
See, Chardae and them other bitches got you beat
They can afford new nails and feet every week
Tiffany got surgery, she snatched
Ya best friend just got piped by ya ex
But, you do what you want without a nigga
You a top tier bitch

Wake up every night surrounded by your demons, whoa
This that cult shit so you know we cultivated
Who that that you said you was lookin for
I have no direction when it come to cutting ties
This ain't what you want. what you really want
Honey, be my cover when they come for me or die