Cuban Doll Made It Now Lyrics

I ain't even got a dick for y'all to be on
These hoes copy my style, they love the shit I been on
You can have that nigga and that raggedy ass Nissan
Get your feet on, bitch I'm wavier than three prawns
At the restaurant I had some lobster and like three prawns
[?] Ramen noodle bitch I told you you a peon
Small bitch think I'm scared of you
Not at all bitch
I just head straight at the bank I don't fall bitch
Diamonds in my chain doing my thing
Hot like August
Walk up in the store, buy it all
I like all this
Know she not hating on a girl
I'm a boss bitch
I don't want nothing that don't cost
Yeah I'm flawless
Where I'm from niggas bang bang
And they heartless
Real ones take wins, never take losses

Bitches out their mind
Trying to sound like I
I heard all them songs
Them shits sound like bye
Bitches out their mind
Trying to sound like I
I heard all them songs
Them shits sound like bye

Are you mad or nah you man enough
Cause I made it now
And I'm getting money
And I'm better now
Right back to the money
Gotta add it now
I like getting money
I'm an addict now
Bitches talking funny
What is that about? Got the rachets on me
We can clap it out
Baby girl don't do it
You don't have the clout
You know I'm with the shits
We can have it out
Aye

Pull up on a bitch with the ski mask like Catwoman
Take that and take that take that take that woman
I don't want you hoes thinking its sweet here, its low fat
Pull up on you find out where you at like a lojack
Cuban bitch you know that
Walk through need four racks
I don't walk talk to these niggas where my dough at
I need some Backwoods, some weeds where that potent
Bitches be thinking they fire they so wack
In person these hoes need a filter
These bitches ugly, I killed her
All my aggression just built up
I got the sauce I don't feel her
She think she real but she can't get realer
Yeah hoe

Are you mad or nah
Cause I made it now
And I'm getting money
And I'm better now
Right back to the money
Gotta add it now
I like getting money
I'm an addict now
Bitches talking funny
What is that about?
Got the rachets on me
We can clap it out
Baby girl don't do it
You don't have the clout
You know I'm with the shits
We can have it out
Aye