Runway, bitch, better run away
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 bitches: Ah, got these niggas: Ooh
I do all that shit these 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
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
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
