Wifey Tingz - Ms Banks

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Honourable C-Note

I’m the hardest out and I been about

This ain’t D.M.C., but I run the house

What you talkin' 'bout?

I ain’t got no doubts

Bitches want clout, keep me out your mouth

Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth?

Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth?

(Run your mouth)

Don’t you know that I’m the hottest in the South

Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth?

(Run your mouth)

Said you wanna be my man, but you need your Repan, yeah

Tryna make a hundred grand, everything name brand, yah

Pullin' up when I land, gotta get with the gang

Gotta get with the gang, gotta get with the gang

Get right, move light and the pussy tight

I be doin' everything you like

If you need a break, book a flight

Outta sight, then you outta mind

Pull up on you when you’re on your grind

Get you straight when you outta line

I’m a boss, I can handle mine

Cause I, ay, ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

I’m a boss, I ain’t really into flings

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

Phone bling, but I need me a ring

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings, ay

I just say what I want and I do what I like

I ain’t livin' for no man, n*gga still got no wife

Why you talkin' out your neck, talkin' outta spite?

Bitch is soakin' up the sauce, this ain’t happen overnight

Leavin' hoes, got the guide, I ain’t never switchin' sides

I’m the wave, I’m the tide

You ain’t really down to ride (Nah)

Down to earth, but I still be lookin' fly

I could be in the bag, still they look when I walk by

Ooh, do it better than you, yeah

Louis bag, I need two, get that for me, boo (Boo, boo)

Boy, I might just get 'em myself and them other bags on the shelf

I could probably do with a belt (Belt, belt)

Get the fresh ones out the back

Question is, if I throw it back, little n*gga, tell me, could you handle that?

Ass fat with a big stack

Hair laid, nails intact

This is breakfast, lunch, dinner, n*gga, you don’t even need a snack

('Cause I’m more than a snack)

Ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

I’m a boss, I ain’t really into flings

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

Phone bling, but I need me a ring

Wifey tings, wifey, ay

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings)

Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings)