Bree Runway Pressure

Im finna give they hoes what they want Shine like VV, bad like RiRi Turn it on like TV, drip on fiji Pop it in like a CD, got my name on repeat, the girls wanna be me, but these hoes cant see me, nah these hoes cant see me, wrist on icy, and your boyfriend like me, thats why the girls wanna fight me No matter what you do, you gone pay ya respect when a bitch comes through I dont make the rules, I just make em all gag when I step in the room Who loves me, you do, NFL how I keep all these niggas running back Let them know, let them know Let them know I want smoke, ah yeah Apply the pressure, pressure, pressure Make me come through with the pressure, pressure, pressure Keep you in line like yes sir, yes sir, yes sir Make you come through with the pressure, pressure, pressure Up and down like a yoyo, I can do it in slow mo Wait wait wait wait You wanna take a photo, oh baby thats a no no, and Im dressed in coco cant tell me nothing when I look like this, Im such a problem when I pop my shit