Stay Schemin Lyrics - Singles - Lola Monroe

I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of pain and scriptures 

Of bitches eyes on your riches 

Black tainted love in them mixtures 

Ah, it's like Picasso, in this bitch 

Female pac up in this bitch I'll apocalypse your shitrejoicing the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies in hursesmy mission in body ambition like Nazi ignition 

And body all curses, no Shawties in pursesCause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose 

These bitches ain't real, they just real clown bitches 

I remember when they used to feel like real down bitches 

I'm from a city where respect don't come from currency 

And I don't wanna hear what you gonna do, what you done currently 

15 left home to get my money right 

All I knew was hustle bitch, you see what my money like 

But I can still smell'em potent broke memoriesGuess that's how god kept me grounded like oh, remember these? 

Now it's just me and my nigga, I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde 

And I ride for my nigga, oh 

And all you snake ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes 

Was just waiting for a bitch to blow 

just to pin point my pivatle pinnacles from my pitfalls I pity y'all yall pity fool, I pity the fool that pic y'allno question though, I be on that other shitLike fuck that hoe I'm on a mission JoeYou should too, if you knew 

What this game will do to you 

Look at all the bullshit I've been through 

Been Picken through the bullshit I seen through 

No Biggy though, I'm on some real shit 

So really though, my mother need a new house 

Trying to put my brother through college so that shit y'all talk about 

I could give a fuck about.