The Bitch - Trinity The Tuck

The picture perfect boss ass bitch

The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it

The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man

To go out and own that shit

You feelin' good, but your body’s wantin' more

Bad bitch, I’m a boss, here to light up the floor

I got my red-bottom strap, Fendi purse in my lap

While your man is swipin' right, givin' me the double-tap

He wants that sugar-sugar, ice cold bling-bling

Hanging from his neck while he plays with his thing-thing

The picture perfect boss ass bitch

The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it

The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man

To go out and own that shit

We’re gonna take the night, come on and take a bite

You gotta just take control, girl

You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy

You gotta just take control, girl

Bitch, bitch…

Bitch…

I’m on top and it’s got you mad, turnin' green

I got your ass on block, it ain’t nothin' to me

They call me «bitch,» I’m a supermodel

You eatin' dust, I’m goin' full-frontal

I got your man, sliding into my DM’s

He told me that you don’t take care of him

The picture perfect boss ass bitch

The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it

The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man

To go out and own that shit

We’re gonna take the night, come on and take a bite

You gotta just take control, girl

You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy

You gotta just take control, girl

Bitch, bitch…

Bitch…

I’m the bitch…

I’m the bitch…