Molly Brazy – Play For Keeps

I don’t like you neither
I ain’t got no roof, George Jefferson
"Can you hear me now?"
Miss me now, see my later, ain’t no meet and greet
From the bottom, climb that latter, it ain’t take me long
Get some head, put that nigga out
Let that engine growl
Then get my number changed
Got too many money problems, they need counseling
If I bust out this Rolly, it’s gone hammer dance

That Draco on the seat, bitch I play for keeps
You must’ve bumped your head, you thought I was broke
Real shooter since he met him, he ain’t call me back
Bitch, you ain’t no housewife, you a housekeeper
But I ain’t cry about it, I got more money
Birkins and Peruvian, they go hand-in-hand
You talking beneficial, step into my office
I grew up around here, my city ain’t that bad
Niggas lied to me, niggas stole from me
Fifteen hundred for these sneaks, couldn’t find them cheaper
Pity party, bunch of mad ass baby mamas
I been MIA
And where I live, I got deer running through my house
My mama prayed for it, I just went and bought it
Quit staring at me, I just smacked a bitch (?)
Beefing over niggas, I swear I done seen it all
But when y’all got to spilling tea is where y’all bitches lost me
Ain’t got no morals, bitches breaking laws
Molly Brazy, pull up on your block
Grown as hell, but I swear that money keep my grounded
He told me "sis, step it up, and keep your foot on they necks"
A lot of ups, a lot of downs, it just made me strong
I been snapping ever since they took my brother out
Quick reminder, hoes got me out my element
These hoes stalk my Instagram to see what I got on
Sounding like that nigga from Verizon
They so spooked, when they see me I get compliments
They been fake they whole life, these hoes Santa Clause
I swear
Flew to Oakland, holla at Curry, get some autographs
I told her she can have it, I don’t care what it cost me
I can’t even go to sleep, Twitter got me geeked
Queen Petty, you don’t like me?
Road runner, quick to switch up States
Cause I know these hoes sweet, and they don’t wanna beef

Jewelry loud, I look like I done came up on a lick
But you ain’t from around here, so let me take that back
You a side bitch, we ain’t got shit in common
Ain’t got no time to play with y’all, cause I’m too busy counting
Where them cape, cause these filters out here saving hoes
They so disloyal show them how to ball
A rat gone be a rat, I ain’t gone say no more
Everybody on my phone tryna hold something
Even that bag wanna fuck me, I got loads coming
That deal ain’t change nothing, but my bank account
Red tint, but the arms look like Justin Bieber