Kash Doll - Summer Sixteen lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll] I’m out here tryna get them m’s Yeah, all summer ‘16, all summer ‘16 And my whip so clean And I’m getting this money like I own a football team And my a** so fat, and my head game mean I’m out here tryna get them m’s Don’t make me pull up on hoes The way that I flex on this b**hes Is like I pull up on hoes Steph Curry with the shot I might just pull up on hoes And I’m your fairy boss mother I should put pull ups on hoes I don’t give a f** about a hater All I wanna do is get this paper All I want to do is get a check When I see a hater, see you later! Haha, b**hes be making me laugh But you will never be Keisha Difference is I count up the cash I went and bought an Audi, this b**h bought a Honda Her shoe game is broke! I’m wearing red bottoms I’m flying first cla**, these b**hes flying coach My bag is Chanel, her purse came from Coach Man get the f** out of here! Yeah, Ms. Twerk Something with the dance moves Ricky Ross with the moon walk Chief Keef with the goon talk Young Thug with the swag sh** Getting money I’ma brag b**h! Ri-Ri made the n***as work Blac Chyna, I’m a bad b**h! Yeah, I’m in a pink foreign with the roof gone Baby cop a feel with the coupe Hit a bu*ton now the roof on Only f**ing with the bad b**hes Only f**ing with the real n***as Middle fingers for these mad b**hes f** you and all your ugly friends [Bridge: Kash Doll] I’m so f**ing tired looking on my timeline No this gotta be said, these b**hes getting all this work done But you still ugly, you still ugly Look at this point Fix your weave out Before you come for me You know what, at this point put some respect on my name Haha Is she done? [Verse 2: B. Simone] b**hes be thinking that I worry ‘bout ‘em Honestly I don’t give a f** about them Honestly I can really do without them I took your man, pull um in his phantom I’m tryna go vegan I’m good on the beef Your n***a be creeping, work until you see b**hes is fake, I don’t let ‘em leech If I run a man, he never gon’ leave I get my sun no astrology These b**hes they need to acknowledge me They are my sons, not biologically But mommy deserves an apology I’m at the top and you can’t get on top of me n***as play games so I call them Monopoly I am for sure b**h and your just a probably f**ing with me, getting money, he gotta be Ooh! Damn, you ain’t my dude so why is you tripping (what?) n***a stop b**hing I just let you eat up the kitten Give me good too, and then it’s good riddens k**ing these b**hes like f** a civilian Swear you the bomb I never heard you ticking b**hes talk sh**, and then they go missing