Bout Me Lyrics - Lola Monroe

I dont know why these niggas fakin bitches talk f*ck about me 

But it seems like hater wouldnt have a job without me 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Ok lets talk about me, (talk about me) 

Go head & talk about me (talk about me) 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Lola in the building, tell them fake b*tches look out 

Know the body keep the chickens grillin like a cook out 

Instead of slappin b*tches, throwin up a (**) 

I rather drop a album, do the movie, put the book out 

My wrist is glisten & sparklin 

Im grippin riches & fortunes 

This b*tch officially viscious, Im sick im sniffin im coughin 

I hear the whispers & talking but it dont affect me 

I got my own (**) nail set, ya money dont impress me 

The hustlers & the ballers, even nerd n*ggas digg me 

Gotta lotta a** on me like the word mississippi 

If you see me in my vickies you'll say aint a b*tch could touch me 

Got a set up in the shotgun the way these niggas want me 

Cus my tits, a**, hips bad. You wish you had this swag 

Mean shoe, sick bag, plus I got a big a** 

spent a couple dollars on this shit I got a gift wrapped 

When you see it, get mad. You cant take it? Bitch gag! 

I dont know why these niggas fakin bitches talk f*ck about me 

But it seems like hater wouldnt have a job without me 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Ok lets talk about me, (talk about me) 

Go head & talk about me (talk about me) 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Well my grill look like Kimora & My top come off like Russle 

If your wheels look like you on a Ferris wheel, you on yo hustle 

Hustle harder if you slackin' 

I hit b*tches in the head 

they gon need water & a asprin 

I so on my sh*t im blaffin! 

Cuz I clutch the Bourke or the Yves Saint prolly 

Ya bag game young, I need to see a ID 

B*tch eat ya vegtable cus we make brocolli 

& I dont get mad I get P.A.I.D 

Reppin straight from the district 

No hesitation I gets it 

Im never fakin im with it 

These feathers weights in the buisness 

I left em way in the distance 

Best be paying attention, Im educating you b*tches 

Shorty from the hood, got the whole world present 

& If ya asking if im gon keep so 3rd yess. 

I know I got the haters sick but dont url yet 

I was only tryna told em I was dope girl fresh 

I dont know why these niggas fakin bitches talk f*ck about me 

But it seems like hater wouldnt have a job without me 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Ok lets talk about me, (talk about me) 

Go head & talk about me (talk about me) 

Paprazzi snappin pictures while Im parkin my V 

Why would I talk about you, when I could talk about me 

Katt William speaks..