Letra de BREEE!

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