Beyoncé

I don't need a ring
And my girls don't need a thing
'Cause I've been through hell and back
Listen to the fighter sing

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé

I don't need a ring
And my girls don't need a thing
'Cause I've been through hell and back
Listen to the fighter sing

Drop your glasses
Shake your asses
Grab your protein, this one's for the masses
Knick-nack, paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
But I'ma bad bitch that you can never take home
Certified queen, yeah, I keep it a buck
I can count on one finger how many to trust

This drip like sex
My wrist, my neck
I get this check
Nike tick I flex

I don't need a ring
And my girls don't need a thing
'Cause I've been through hell and back
Listen to the fighter sing

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé

La-di-da-di-da, shake it like it's Mardi Gras
Move that body like Bugatti, back it up then make it drop
He wanna hit in the morning, that's a no, no, no, no
Rough riding it in the eve', that's a no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
I ain't that bitch, homie
No, no, no, no

This drip like sex
My wrist, my neck
I get this check
Nike tick I flex

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé

If you drop a fat stack, I'ma make that ass clap
Then I'll spend it on my bitches, because all my bitches bad
I ain't trying to be no wife or fiancé
I'ma a pretty bitch, feeling like Beyoncé