Megan’s Piano (Clean Version)

Okay, I gotta remember how to like, make it sound fire
Don′t even think, just don’t even think of what you doing to it
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Big *** chain ′round my neck so these ****** know I’m rich
And I’on need **** but the ****
Big *** stack in this purse, so these ****** know I′m working
I′m holding this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen
I’m really finna make another M
Now tell me how the **** I′m in the wrong
If I don’t want the *****, and he still ain′t ******* with the *****

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might’ve never liked me, and I′m fine with it
Nasty, I’m a real ***** fantasy
I’ll drop dead ′fore a broke ***** handle me
D′USSÉ, this rich ***** energy
Y’all lil′ hoes still drinking that Hennessy
Messy, and I’m sick of y′all trying it
Bitch got receipts, but ain’t never finna buy **** (ah)

Sorry, hoes hate me ′cause I’m the “it” girl
I ain’t never asked to be the ****, girl
Don′t call me “sis′”, ’cause I′m not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seeing all my opp’s linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalking my page, ***** probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might′ve never liked me, and I’m fine with it
Nasty, I′m a real ***** fantasy
I’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke ***** handle me
D′USSÉ, this rich ***** energy
Y′all lil’ hoes still drinking that Hennessy
Messy, and I′m sick of y’all trying it
Bitch got receipts, but ain′t never finna buy ****

Bad ******* run in my pack, gang ****
Cartier frames, spot a ***** on some lame ****
Broke ****** all in my way, clear ’em
Chains ain′t making no noise? They ain’t big enough
Wyling on a boat, on an island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a *****, but I don’t need one
He **** up, I′ma have my fun

Teacup, I can fit a ***** in my purse
Which one of y′all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain’t a ***** out built like me
I run ****, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefing? You just mad we ain′t speaking
And I’m the one that put the roof where you sleeping
Phoney, I don′t need no new homies
I’m the reason all my opps ain′t homeless, ah