Google Maps lyrics

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
b*tches can't f*ck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest b*tch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
f*ck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign sh*t like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You b*tches lost, had Google Maps

[Verse 1]
I take off the Louis V shades so I can see who really f*ckin' with me
Thought you said I never was gon' be sh*t then why I'm dominatin' every city?
And why your b*tch payin' to come see me
f*ck errybody that's against me
I want all the smoke like a chimney
Hit on top of hits I got plenty
And I'm out to murder n*ggas' ghostwriters
Put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer
Pull up to his stu' in all black attire
Can I step aside and set that b*tch on fire?
When I drop sh*t, bet they f*ckin' with it
Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it
I was on my boss sh*t at the night shift
While you was on your knees suckin' di*k to get it
Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it
If it ain't come from Louis, you won't see me in it
Got the foreign and they can't see me in it
And I stay with bills like I'm Mrs. Clinton
Google "boss b*tch," what's the definition?
But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition
Man, take that jersey off, play your position
Make hoes disappear, then kill a magician
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
b*tches can't f*ck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest b*tch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
f*ck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign sh*t like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You b*tches lost, had Google Maps

[Verse 2]
Turn the volume up in this b*tch
Start a riot up in this b*tch
Better crank this motherf*cker so loud
That the speaker's blow in this b*tch
How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' rich?
Middle fingers to whoever switch
f*ck your system up, I'm a glitch
And I heard your new sh*t, it make me itch
But b*tches ain't f*ckin' with me, so
I swear it up, 'bout to delete
The only tracks you hoes every tear up
Is them tracks you got glued in your wheat
Flow sick as f*ck, I need meds
Like the Advil, I'm at they heads
Heard everythin' these hoes said
Drop the skull emoji 'cause I'm dead
My pockets green like backdrop
Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop
I'm the franchise, you the mascot
Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot
I'm the bigger picture, go connect the dots
They don't think I see them when they scheme and plot
Tired of babysittin', yeah, I'm finna stop
All these hoes my kids, but I don't adopt
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
b*tches can't f*ck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest b*tch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
f*ck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign sh*t like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You b*tches lost, had Google Maps