Lyrics Honey Bun - Haviah Mighty

Another one
And another one
Thought you was the one, you just another one
Thought I wasn't nothing, but I'm number one
I'm like Lauryn Hill, I'm just a younger one
I be hugging bands, I got my money tucked
If that ass is fat, I'm tryna fuck it up
Hop up in the bunk, and we could buddy up
Mighty Gang but shorty call me honey bun
This that shorty you should study from
6-pack like I got a tummy tuck
Bury niggas then I dug 'em up
Just to show these niggas what I'm drumming up
I work hard, that's why my luck is up
That is not a reach
I'll be honest, I don't see you niggas
What is y'all me
Honda Civic started fucking up
Now I bought a Jeep
Used to wanna be a fucking star
Now I'm on the screen
All these years I let you niggas talk
Now I'm 'bout to fucking scream
All these years I couldn't see the light
Now I gotta fucking beam

Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama
Hypocrite I'm in Balenciaga

Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father
Ignorant I'm drippin' in that Prada

Drippy from my head to my toe
I forgot the days when I was broke
This is for my family and folk
And for them silly niggas thinkin' I'm a joke
Ha ha ha who laughing now
Making what I used to make, I can't imagine now
We bougie living lavish now
I could be your chaperone, I manage now
On a roller coaster figure eight
She just wanna dinner and a date
She just want the wine pairing, she don't even like sharing
She just want a bigger piece of stake

I got money, you got body, that's the trade off
And I'm so attractive, shorty that's your payoff
Pretty but I'm handsome, plus I got the day off
Ain't no need for chaos
On your knees and

Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama
Hypocrite I'm in Balenciaga

Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father
Ignorant I'm drippin' in that Prada

Listen
A person could be so pretty, as they would say
But their ways are so filthy
The looks is nothing to me
All the good looks that a person may have
When they start dumping all their nasty ways on you
How long can you take that for?
You gonna walk away from that
Pretty looks that you met in the first place
So when I says, pretty looks is not everything
We talk about the beauty within
That is everything