Princess Morbucks
Came to give the hoes plenty
Benji
And let the beat ride
'Cause I’ma big shot
And let the beat ride
Tell these bitches I'ma big shot
Benji Bucksaplenty, I feel like Princess Morbucks
I'm feeling hella fab like I’m standing in the store front
I stopped throwing shade so I can give these bitches more sun
Changed my last name to Morbucks
Because it's more fun
I don't beef with any bitch, I don't argue with morons
I told 'em fuck the chorus 'cause I'ma give 'em more runs
Never sweat an issue so my skin is never porous
Check my image in the phone, Mr. Beautiful Gorgeous
Keep the bag on deck like I was shopping in Beverly
But no matter how you price it, I can’t buy what you’re selling me
Baby I'm heavenly
Grade A bad bitch is my legacy
Can you smell what I’m cooking? I'm not selling my recipe
Last boy I fell in love with, he thought he bested me
But they're coming dime a dozen now that I'm obsessed with me
I don’t fall in love, I fall in place, hit the ejector seat
I'm the type to make you do a hard stop on a seventy
Nobody can flex on me
I'm good for your longevity
Staring at me perplexingly
Like I'm full of complexity
My company's a special fee
So baby boy invest in me
Ain't nobody sexing me
You can't serve it better than me
So don't front like you were testing me
Your presence should be lessening
In fact, the same dude that's rejecting me
Was just massaging my neck for me
So I'ma chill out with the cocky talk
Fueled up, the rocket stalled
If you got me then you hit the power ball
Making bitches sick, so I stay with the Tylenol
It's always a spike when I serve it, volleyball
You already know this
I'm magical and focused
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Wake up and smell the roses
Only come in large doses
Catch me on the camera working on my favorite poses
Shawham across the room, duck walk and I'm voguing
I ain't tryna take your man but I guess he's chosen
Said he wanna take me to get some fresh pedicured toes and
The princess treatment, but his bank account's frozen
Heel click, heel click, come get your man bitch
I want crème brûlée and champagne, motherfuck a sandwich
Yeah I got my own, but broke don't get my juices flowing
I don't tolerate a lot, and the window's still closing
I got bitches on my trail, sprinting with the high knee
Likely
Watching every move I make high key
Precisely
They wanna say I come off rude and icy
Say my attitude is a little too feisty
Spicy?
Bitches want beef no brisket
Lace the shoe up if the bitch fit
I got spell beads on my wristlet
Princess Morbucks with the wrist flick
Electric chair
Tell a bitch to kiss my hiney
Never sweat, always glowing, bitch I'm shiny