Wired Lyrics - Lola Monroe

(Verse) 

I'm wired, let's start a fire 

Might choke a bitch out with a barbed wire 

My attire say umpire 

Whole lot of wealth I've acquired 

But for now I'll kick off the newbies 

Barefooted and I'm let off the doogies 

Money goes but this middle finger won't 

So I finger fuck the world and get my middle finger on 

F down, insane so the list 

Flip the coupe, to you the same 

My slit game here like I'm too busy 

Swallow as if you know who with the caine 

See I got more nuts than payday 

Who motherfucker? Come bitch better pay me 

Head first like I skydive in it 

And you know what it is when I drive by's in it 

Money money, money money 

Where the fuck my money 

Diamond, diamond, you know what what's coming 

The way my crew cut, they be at yo necks 

Like a crew cut and you be at yo best 

When it's two left, but we don't get fucked 

We don't get fucked, that's when I shoot up 

(Hook) 

I'm just doing what I'm supposed to be doing 

While I'm doing that you supposed be doing 

Same things so you can go all the way through it 

But you ain't doing that 'cus you hope that we going to bed 

But believe me there ain't no way 

Just hate me while I'm livin the life 

Hate me while I'm livin the life 

Yea I be going hard, hard, hard 

Hard, hard, hard 

(Verse) 

When bitches was struggling I was overseas hustling 

I been overseas doubling 

Now I'm over these customs in 

'Cus my ovaries bubbling 

Tired of burping these bitches 

I see my work in these bitches 

Can't see my worth in these bitches 

Hold up, I get it now 

I'll never let another fake bitch give me pounds 

So that's just the kind I could throw, well my niggas will flip 

My niggas are trips, they prick as the dicks 

Straight assholes when they burstin off 

And you go break yo neck like bust a call 

So put yo hands where my eyes can see 

Put ain't gon see yo death like a prophecy 

See I'm a rolling stone 'cus of my rock star life 

You a rolling in stone 'cus you get rocks, throw a pipe 

If money do the talkin my hoe wussup 

When my star goes up yours cold, plummets 

Work em like ginger oh yea 

I kill em like Blanco 

I'm talkin wake up 5 OJ and then go cop me a bronco 

(Hook) 

I'm just doing what I'm supposed to be doing 

While I'm doing that you supposed be doing 

Same things so you can go all the way through it 

But you ain't doing that 'cus you hope that we going to bed 

But believe me there ain't no way 

Just hate me while I'm livin the life 

Hate me while I'm livin the life 

Yea I be going hard, hard, hard 

Hard, hard, hard