Letra de Breee!
Runway, bitch, better run away
I tell her, "Don't [?], another way"
It’s the B-R-E-E
I tell her, "Don't [?], another way"
It’s the B-R-E-E
It's the B-R-E-E
Tell a bitch that I just iced the neck, the set
What's next? The cheques
It’s the way that I look, I dress
The gala, the Met
It's the way that these bitches pressed
I don't ever rest, she can't sleep where I sleep
Tell her, "Get like me"
Make these bitchеs, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh"
I do all that shit thesе bitches want to
Ah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Okay, alla, alla, kudda, kudda, arra
I'm a, I'm a brat, got these niggas on lock
Have him fallin' to his knees like he prayin' to Allah
Got this nigga dumb whipped like a valet with a car (Haha)
Make these bitches, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh"
Yeah, ooh
I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon’ see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
It’s the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
My Chanel's a big body, I really am somebody
I'm late for the party, flew my outfit straight from Paris
He gon' spend everything, I don't have to give punani (Ah)
This 'nani is a 'Rarri, no, you can't rev it for me (Ah, ah, ah)
If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back
It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back
It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
Tell a bitch that I just iced the neck, the set
What's next? The cheques
It’s the way that I look, I dress
The gala, the Met
It's the way that these bitches pressed
I don't ever rest, she can't sleep where I sleep
Tell her, "Get like me"
Make these bitchеs, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh"
I do all that shit thesе bitches want to
Ah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Okay, alla, alla, kudda, kudda, arra
I'm a, I'm a brat, got these niggas on lock
Have him fallin' to his knees like he prayin' to Allah
Got this nigga dumb whipped like a valet with a car (Haha)
Make these bitches, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh"
Yeah, ooh
I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon’ see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
It’s the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
My Chanel's a big body, I really am somebody
I'm late for the party, flew my outfit straight from Paris
He gon' spend everything, I don't have to give punani (Ah)
This 'nani is a 'Rarri, no, you can't rev it for me (Ah, ah, ah)
If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back
It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back
It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E
If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me
If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me
