Belly of the Bitch versuri

Versuri Queens – Belly of the Bitch lyrics

Uh, you know what this is
We want the riches
Give you to business
God as my witness

Yeah, gimme a rule and I’ma break it like a bone
Knucklehead, thoroughbred, leader of the globe
Bag a rude boy and skinny dip in his cologne
The chocolate chick, lick me and leave me alone
They wanted the monster home, I’m better off on my own
Jill will never bow down, too high up on the throne
I’m thrillin ‘em, uh, I’m killin ‘em, uh
I’m sendin’ ‘em home scarred up and broken hearted
I don’t wanna go to Sunday school
I wanna get live on a Sunday with my day one crew
Sip a little drink, and get all up in my feelings
Attitude heavy, in my mi
nd on makin’ millions
If you want it, you can get it baby, nice and slow
Make you beg for this sugar, I’m sweet and low
I’m a product of the hood, the preacher’s daughter
Sinnin’ since the beginnin’, never losin’, we winnin’

It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
Times might be hard but we ‘bout to be a hit
It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
We always on the grind, it’s time to get rich

Ayo, Bri get the money, Queens get the money
Don’t you ever just mistake me for some Playboys, bunny
I’m not your sweetheart, I’m book and street smart
Valedictorian, my story is glorious
Put the pen to the paper and release my gift
You can catch me in Timbs or a skirt with a slit
The slick talker be amongst rich figures, my clique’s harder
Pimps tryna get rich quick, this chicks smarter
Not the average broad, don’t approach me wit your fraudulence
Master of the ceremony, I control the audience
Go from couture to that all black velour
In some 54 eleven’s, yeah I’m all that and more
More money, more dudes, tryna holla at a scholar
Not a push over ever, I’m a ryder for my dollars
If I do decide to bother, you just hit the lotto
Brianna, P-Sex, I’m a hard act to follow

It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
Times might be hard but we ‘bout to be a hit
It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
We always on the grind, it’s time to get rich

Competition, I’m iller than
5 mics the minimum
Every rapper I’m killin ‘em
You all up in your feelin’s and
This cinnamon skin goddess is all about her dividends
Try to keep me at rock bottom I show you who Xplicit is, viciousness
Road to success all paved in rose gold
The cold world spins, I heat it up like a stove
My flow sicker than torture, bang like 4-4’s
Foes who underestimate, they bow to my toes
The crown is all mine, ain’t no thorns in my roses
God came to me and told me that I’m the chosen
Cold as winter snow, hotter than an explosion
Volcano ambrosian, supr
eme being
Feed the beast or unleash her hell, yeah Babylon
From the streets to the suites, keep your cameras on
Ain’t no wins in my city of sin
They don’t want us up in the door, so we kickin’ it in
Chyeah

It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
Times might be hard but we ‘bout to be a hit
It’s a cold winter, so you better bundle up
I’m a go-getter, I get the money all at once (that’s right)
Out here in the belly of the bitch
We always on the grind, it’s time to get rich