Motorsport – Renni Rucci

Uh, have you ever met a bad bitch?
You was bad bitch, now that’s past tense
Had too many drinks, now I’m past lit
Face beat, slim waist, and my ass thick
I’ma show all of you hoes how to run up a bag
They tried to tell me slow down ’cause I’m moving too fast
Have you ever seen a rich bitch?
Try to diss me, you get dismissed
I might go run up a check, let me get back in my bag
I might go throw on Chanel, then I hop right in a Jag
And I be killing these hoes, somebody go and get a shovel
All these ducks flock together, I told you bitches it was levels
Ass forty-two inches, do you really wanna measure?
I’m booked up for the month, Cash can you check the schedule?
Big rocks on my bezel, you know it’s cap before pleasure
Metro niggas ’round me posted, they do anything I tell ’em
Yeah, boss bitches make shot calls
Drip on ’em like hot sauce
Need a grand to take my top off
Man this shit should be outlawed
What would I do without y’all?
I know a runner when I see one
Can you escort me to the top dog?
Yeah, Renni Rucci, no Cardi B
Big league, no varsity
Everybody want a part of me
Look so good he want to order me
Private jet, don’t charter me
If you do so I need apologies or pardon me
Man this shit should be larceny
I’m bossed up on ’em currently
Doin’ this shit for the currency