Megan’s Piano Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion | Something For Thee Hotties

Megan’s Piano Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion aka MTS: 1516 Certified Entertainment & 300 Entertainment Presents English song in Something For Thee Hotties & Megan’s Piano Song Lyrics are written by Megan Thee Stallion which composed & produced by Megan Thee Stallion & LilJuMadeDaBeat & Video Direction done by Mike Ho & starring MTS.

Megan’s Piano – Megan Thee Stallion

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Big ass chain ‘round my neck so these niggas know I’m rich and I don’t need shit but the dick
Big ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I’m workin’, I’m holdin’ this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen, I’m really finna make another M
Now tell me how the fuck I’m in the wrong if I don’t want the nigga and he still ain’t fuckin’ with the bitch

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might’ve never liked me and I’m fine with it
Nasty, I’m a real nigga fantasy
I’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke nigga handle me

D’USSÉ, this rich bitch enеrgy
Y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that Hennessy
Mеssy, and I’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
Bitch got receipts but ain’t never finna buy shit (Ah)

Sorry, hoes hate me ’cause I’m the it girl
I ain’t never asked to be the shit, girl
Don’t call me “sis,” ’cause I’m not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister

Seein’ all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin’ my page, bitch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might’ve never liked me and I’m fine with it
Nasty, I’m a real nigga fantasy
I’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke nigga handle me

D’USSÉ, this rich bitch energy
Y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that Hennessy
Messy, and I’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
Bitch got receipts but ain’t never finna buy shit

Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit
Cartier frames spot a bitch on some lame shit
Broke niggas all in my way, clear ’em
Chains ain’t makin’ no noise? They ain’t big enough

Wildin’, on a boat on an island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a nigga, but I don’t need one
He fuck up, I’ma have my fun

Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse
Which one of y’all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain’t a bitch out built like me
I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike

Beefing? You just mad we ain’t speaking
And I’m the one that put the roof where you sleeping
Phoney, I don’t need no new homies
I’m the reason all my opps ain’t homeless (Ah).

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