Butter - Megan Thee Stallion | Bts

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah

Yeah, hey Real hot girl shit, ah (fuck that, fuck that nigga) Hey, hey, baow, baow (brrt, brrt, brrt) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys Shh, cut the noise I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil' boys (lil' boys) I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (big flirt) I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (hey, hey) Ayy, look, cut the shit I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (broke bitch) Jawbreaker, I ain't fuckin' with the sucker shit (yeah) If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's "fuck a bitch" The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (yeah) Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (come with a warnin') Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (yeah, yeah) Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (yeah) Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad New nigga tryna come around and play cleaner (hmm) My clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (yuh, yuh, baow, baow-b-baow) One, never let a nigga see you sweat (never) Two, never let these niggas come between a check (yeah) Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me 'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E', ayy (ridin' past E') Keep that shit player, I'on like gettin' personal Treat 'em like a job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em Niggas love usin' Instagram like a journal (yeah) Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (baow-b-baow) Why niggas love to talk down? I'on know (I'on know) Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone (baow-b-baow) Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (yeah) I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is) Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (please) You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (that I'ma like) Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive (ah) When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (ah, ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (every bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise (yeah, yeah) We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (baow, baow-b-baow) Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys

'Mano You've never been to Heaven, have you? (OG Parker) Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive and you just lay back I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) I might take you home with this I might give you all of it (yeah) Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) Baby, I'm the sweetest, p- is the meanest Hot girl sh-, but I'm cold every season Know he got that pipe, let him bust it 'til it's leaking (yeah, mwah) Booty like a pillow, he can use it while he sleeping (look) Don't be going through my phone 'cause that's the old me (old me) Ain't the only one tryna be my one and only (one and only) Real thick, moving slow, that body like - He a player (hey, hey, hey), but for Megan, he cutting the whole team That body looking nice (looking nice) I got cake and I know he want a slice I wish, I wish he would try to put me on ice (brrr) I ain't never had to chase d- in my life (in my life) I want that nasty, that freaky stuff (freaky stuff) Live under my bed and keep me up (hey) That Hansel and Gretel, let him eat me up (ah) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive, and you just lay back (ah) I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie I might take you home with this I might give you all of it Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) You got me hung up from across the room I'm so high that I'm on another altitude And on my cloud, I got some space for you Got a taste for you, ayy Mo' bounce to the ounce Pick it up, put it down (woah) Wanna put his Nutty Buddy in my Fudge Round (baow) P- tighter than a b-, he ain't had it like this Toes curling like they're throwing gang signs on Crip (on Crip) One thing about me, I ain't taking no sh- He whipped, I know it's - off his old b- Cesar Millan, I got his a- trained (I got his a- trained) Just tryna let a dog know who really run things (huh, ah) You've never been to Heaven, have you? Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive, and you just lay back (ah) I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) I might take you home with this I might give you all of it Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite (uh-huh, ayy, ayy) of the sweetest pie Ooh, the ride of your life (Real Hot Girl sh-) (Me and Dua Lipa finna get the party lit) hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite (ah) of the sweetest pie

Uh, bring that motherfucking beat back What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up" Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Hands, do it with no hands Damn, bitch, you been a fan Damn, damn, damn, damn Hopped out the fucking Rover With your baby like a stroller Call your bitch and say it's over Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitches acting shitty So I had to potty train 'em I ain't never met the ho, but her nigga probably ate it I been moving with the bag, just in case I wanna buy shit I been moving with a shooter, just in case you wanna try shit Dance, do the money dance Boy, this ain't no baby Benz AMG got big old bands Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't want your petty cash Boy, I want what's in your stash Come over and get this ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance They hit me to come through, they did good, so I do He was nervous 'cause I'm gangster, tried to fuck me in his shoes Boy, you safe, it's okay, ain't no set up, you can stay If I really want you hit, you wouldn't've made it all this way, hey Pop it like some bubble gum, show me how you work your tongue Nigga, don't be acting shy, go 'round back and use your thumb Yeah, I'm a freak, he be scared I'ma cheat Tryna keep me in the house, pussy under lock and key, ah Dance, do the money dance Boy, this ain't no baby Benz AMG got big old bands Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't want your petty cash Boy, I want what's in your stash Come over and get this ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, dance, dance, dance Hey, hey, yeah Dance, make him blow them bands Dance, make him blow them bands, hah Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy I'ma need that money, ooh Put up with my attitude Call me when you coming through Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma need that money, ooh Call me when you coming through Put up with my attitude Ah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning HitKidd, what it do, man? Yeah, ah, mwah Fuck me, I'm horny (ah), feed me, I'm hungry (mwah) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning (warning) Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning (ayy, ayy) I'm a player-ass bitch and I don't fuck with all that drama (all that drama) Don't say that shit to me if you won't say it to your mama (what?) Niggas send me money, then it better have some commas (yeah) Do I look like a bitch that need a couple of hundred dollars? I like money, jewels, and designer shoes I got expensive taste, I pick my niggas like my food I got bitches hating (yeah), watching, and complaining Of course, another wack bitch agree with what you saying (duh) Fuck me, I'm horny (ah), feed me, I'm hungry (mwah) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning (warning) Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning (ayy, ayy) Scary niggas bore me, rich niggas spoil me I turn into a star every time he record me Wet like the deep end, sheesh, it's a four-feet He love him a stallion that ride like a horsey This is some wet pussy, this is the best pussy She say he hers, but my text say he ain't took-en Popping in this Prada shit, pop it for these dollars, trick You don't wanna see this ass? You ain't gotta follow, bitch I'm getting money, I'm getting finer I got a bitch mad, I ain't even trying Shoutout E-V-E, I'm a real Ruff Ryder I let him come and stick it on my walls like a spider (ah) Fuck me, I'm horny (spider), feed me, I'm hungry (mwah) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (brrt, brrt) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (yeah) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (brrt) He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (yeah, yeah) Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (brrt, brrt) This is a motherfucking broke-nigga warning (baow, warning)

Hey, ayy, ayy I ain't never need a - money 'cause I make it But if that - wanna pay a bill, I'ma take it I love a lot of zeros, but I don't (don't) with no losers (yeah) Two type of people in this world and I'm a chooser (yeah) I was in the club with my trick eating suya (hey) Brought my freaky friend 'cause he know I ain't gon' do nothin' (nah) He be eating everybody p-, I can't kiss him I'ma give him back when he broke, I can't fix him (nah) Should've saw his face when I ran it up in Louis (ha) I'ma treat the - how he look (ayy, ayy), stupid I'm a rich (rich) with some rich friends (yeah, yeah, hey) If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (buy, buy) I'm a boss (boss), I don't need help (yeah, yeah) I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (ooh, ooh) Rich lil' (rich lil'), don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey) Rich-rich (rich) gettin' money on my own (money on my own) Rich lil'-, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey, hey, yeah) I'm a rich (rich, rich) gettin' money on my own, ah (ayy, ayy) I get real money, big rolls, no tummy (huh) Buy it off the mannequin, I go real dummy (yes) I'm the hot girl, I'm the it, it (it, it) Probably got your favorite - on my block list, uh (ayy, hey, yeah) Ain't no upgradin' when you goin' after me (goin' after me) Your - ain't in my bracket, stop comparing her to me ('paring her to me) You in love with him, but he buyin' sh- for me (buyin' sh- for free) We be spendin' time, but he know it ain't for free (yeah) I'm a rich (rich) with some rich friends (yeah, yeah, hey) If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (buy, buy) I'm a boss (boss), I don't need help (yeah, yeah) I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (ooh, ooh) Rich lil' (rich lil'), don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey) Rich-rich (rich) gettin' money on my own (money on my own) Rich lil'-, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey, hey, yeah) I'm a rich (rich, rich) gettin' money on my own, ah (ayy, ayy) Taste like sugar, but ain't (but ain't) sweet If it ain't about no motherf- money, don't be lookin' for me Ahh

LilJuMadeDisBeat, ayy Never let a broke nigga sex me (never) Never let no ho test me (never) Never been scared of the money (never) Never let em take nothin' from me (uh-uh), ayy Never ever, never ever, ever A nigga get read like a letter, huh She think she bad but I'm better, huh These bitches tryna play catch up, ah Never let a broke nigga sex me (never) Never let no ho test me (never) Never been scared of the money (never) Never let em take nothin' from me, ah Never ever, ever, ever, ever A nigga get read like a letter, huh She think she bad but I'm better, huh These bitches tryna play catch up, ah Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch Put yo' head down when you talk to a pimp (be quiet) 'Scuse me, I got some big racks in my purse And right now, they just makin' me walk with a limp, huh Ballers be showin' me love (okay), ayy I bounce with these bitches, they cubs, huh I put her on in the club, ayy Then she come bring me my cut (come here) Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil nigga (be quiet) Huh, fuck is you goin' through? I can tell these bitches spoil you But I'm a player so I see the toy in you (I see the toy) He tryna act like he tough, ha Boy, I'm callin' your bluff, ayy (callin' your bluff) He tellin' me what he not gon' do Wait a minute, first of all, who is you talkin' to? (Ayy) Never let a broke nigga sex me (never) Never let no ho test me (never) Never been scared of the money (never) Never let em take nothin' from me (uh-uh), ayy Never ever, never ever, ever A nigga get read like a letter, huh She think she bad but I'm better, huh These bitches tryna play catch up, ah You ain't savin' hoes, I ain't savin' niggas either, huh Don't try to tell me you real Blow up my phone and you don't pay the bill (uh-uh) Ain't got no money and stay tryna chill Hell nah, fuck that shit Do what I say or go get a new bitch You know I mean what I say when I say it I hate a nigga that's always complaining Hop off, the top off a bitch like a genie I'll turn her color to purple like Celie I'm turnin' into a monster, unleash me Bitch, you know better be cool when you see me, huh They want me outta my character (uh-uh) Lately, I been in my act I'll take your boo and I won't give him back I'll wrap my legs round his head like a track (ah) Never let a broke nigga sex me (never) Never let no ho test me (never) Never been scared of the money (never) Never let em take nothin' from me (uh-uh), ayy Never ever, never ever, ever A nigga get read like a letter, huh She think she bad but I'm better, huh These bitches tryna play catch up, ah Never let a broke nigga sex me (never) Never let no ho test me (never) Never been scared of the money (never) Never let em take nothin' from me, ah Never ever, ever, ever, ever A nigga get read like a letter, huh She think she bad but I'm better, huh These bitches tryna play catch up, ah

Check, check, check LilJuMadeDisBeat Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout Niggas ain't real when the shit really count That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo) Free JT (Ayy) Real bitches fuck wit' me (Ayy) I don't do shit for the free, man Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy) Put some respect on my team (Huh) I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy) Bitch, you better learn who run it 'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy) I keep it realer than real Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy) Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter Hotter any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh Yeah (Hmm) I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit (I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit) Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah These hoes know who to play with On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy) They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay) Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out Straight to the top, you cannot reach me Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me Got that big budget with no major deal Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal I am not signing for less than a mil' If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel Dreams, fuck with Kel J-bone, what's the deal? In the section with the bands Bring them girls over here I keep it realer than real Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)