VERSE
Aye get up on that washer
Hit the spin cycle til I come home
Don’t worry where I’m at
I’m out here bread winning
So don’t hit my phone
Shoulda never gave you treats like that
You got a sweet tooth and won’t leave me alone
And every time I try to get some sleep
I wake up cuz you doing me wrong

CHORUS
Sneaking up under covers
Used to fight it but I love it
Hate it that you got me weak
Cuz now we ruin all these sheets
Like who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry
Who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry

VERSE
Keep playing, think I’m playing
I’m a have you doing them dishes too
Better lick them plates clean
Be grateful for this delicious food
Why you on all fours
What you scrubbing floors
Cuz you want some more

PRECHORUS
But you like it dirty
You is so dirty,
You like it dirtier

CHORUS
Sneaking up under covers
Used to fight it but I love it
Hate it that you got me weak

Cuz now we ruin all these sheets
Like who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry
Who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry

VERSE
Look first of all I was sleeping
And second of all why you creeping
Third of all, all up on me
Rubbing like conditioner that you be tryna leave in
Relax love, keep breathing
And I would say keep cleaning

PRECHORUS
But you like it dirty
You is so dirty,
You like it dirtier

CHORUS
Sneaking up under covers
Used to fight it but I love it
Hate it that you got me weak
Cuz now we ruin all these sheets
Like who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry
Who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry

VERSE
Aye get up on that washer
Hit the spin cycle til I come home
Don’t worry where I’m at
I’m out here bread winning
So don’t hit my phone
Shoulda never gave you treats like that
You got a sweet tooth and won’t leave me alone
And every time I try to get some sleep
I wake up cuz you doing me wrong

CHORUS
Sneaking up under covers
Used to fight it but I love it
Hate it that you got me weak
Cuz now we ruin all these sheets
Like who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry
Who doing laundry, you
You doing laundry, who
You doing laundry

OUTRO
Sneaking up under covers
Yea
You like it dirty
You is so dirty,
You like it dirtier
Up under covers
Yea
You like it dirty
You is so dirty,
You like it dirtier

CHORUS
(My people, my people)
We gon move ya
We gon help you get pass these woes (whoa)
We gon move ya
We might help you right out yo draws (draws?)
We gon move ya
This might help you not hurt nobody (hurt nobody)
We gon move ya
It might help if move your body

Cuz we gon move ya
We gon help you get pass these woes (start shaking, shaking)
We gon move ya
We might help you right out them draws (get naked, naked)
We gon move ya
This might help you not hurt nobody (bang, bang, gang)
We gon move ya
This might help if move your body

VERSE
Your favorite rapper is a girl
On her way up now
Although I ain’t afraid of heights
The vets be like
Don’t look down
Don’t look now
But I’m the best in life
Best to wife
voted most like to beast onsite
Grrrrr I’m a beast and the best alright
Been the best since like
Mary and Meth was not a high
But all you need to get by
Since like dudes from the east and west
Beefed to the death, for respect not likes

So uh bow your heads
Let’s have a moment of silence
RIP to all you sweet niggas promoting violence
RIP to all you geek niggas claiming you street
Since when you been a stick up kid
All you stealing is beats
You must be kidding
And musty really
Pretending you busting and clapping
Tear-tatted for fashion niggas
Wanting street cred
But be free lunch in these streets
Brooklyn’ll eat a herb nigga
And it’s a bunch of you freaks
But still

CHORUS

VERSE
I’m a conscious freak,
I admit it, that’s a given
I get lit for a living
But subconsciously
When my community struggles suffer publicly
Really they only seem to care
about clicks on the story

I curve on all you fakes
Now let’s get to the real
It’s a shame you still
strapping and trapping and packing the jails
Leaving your kids helpless
Like some skeet in a birds curl
To selfish to pull out
You a worm in a birds world
But you pull out your cellphone for selfies
Ain’t you a grown man homie
All that posing ain’t healthy

I tour cuz my bars ain’t got no flaws
Like your girl ain’t got no walls
But yet you brag that you go raw
It’s sad you claim she bad my nigga
Cuz when you passing maggots
It’s gon be your fault
Heard you only got a couple inches
counting both balls
Your bank account and your condoms struggle
Nigga they both small
But still

BRIDGE
Peter piper picked a pepper now
Peter knows that the Bubble is HOT
Wanna piper down on his favorite record
So he hit that line tryna shoot his SHOT
Went from hi to fanboy like OH MY GOSH
But I’m still on airplane mode
Til I touchdown
Got them field goals
Like the Superbowl
With a backing band
And some background dancers, whoo

CHORUS

INTRO
Yo some days I be feeling like nah
keep working you ain’t there yet
And then some days I wake up
on my Kermit the frog with the black hoodie on
Looking in the mirror at my reflection like aye, like aye

VERSE
You deserve nothing but the best of
Decadence, excellence, catering and excess
Massages for your feet
Neck rubs put you right to sleep on that headrest
But just forget about the bedrest
Cuz that bed ain’t gon get no rest
I mean we gon chill a little bit
But your schedule can’t catch no breath

To be honest I ain’t partied like this since never
I ain’t even know they had cows
That make this kind of leather
Tell me where I gotta go
To upgrade this weather
So you ain’t gotta call no plug
Cuz concierge got it covered

PRE CHORUS
Then we gon take off down the block
Like there ain’t no speed limit
Let that breeze blow through your hair
Like there ain’t no weave in it
Leave that shade up to the trees
Because the whole team winning
Satisfy your cravings and needs
And throw them extras in it

CHORUS
When you
SPLURGE (splurge)
ok maybe just this one time
SPLURGE (splurge)
ok ok but only for the night
SPLURGE (splurge)
alright alright I said but only on the weekend
SPLURGE (splurge)
But I been splurging so hard
I don’t even know
When the week ends

BREAKDOWN
That’s right
Serve it up rich and creamy
Let it drip
Yeah indulgence

VERSE
Now that your credit card bill due
Just know you making a statement
If you ain’t interested in interest
Give them minimum payment
Homie take your time real sweet
Just to pay em
Always remember
Banks be charging fees on deposit you making
#HowSway

Nope I’m sorry but
You ain’t sitting up in that house today
So climb up out yo sunken place
You ain’t laying up on no couch today
Counting yo coins
Eating that trash
You ain’t gon be no grouch today
For what it’s worth you special
Call your people tell em we out today

PRE CHORUS

BREAKDOWN
Word like gimme them hors d’oeuvres, the lobster
Oh and I’ll have a couple bottles of wine
Like I ain’t even gon drink it
Cuz I be sober
I just wanna remember this
Where my phone at
Cuz I thought I was gon change my stunting ways
Buh nah, Kermit with hoodie on said to stunt on these hoes like a pimp

VERSE
Mama look mama
This is some followers
This is a nigga sitting in his mama basement
He just mad I didn’t let him holla
This is another nigga on them gossip pages
He been watching too much Love & Hip Hop
He don’t really got no love for Hip Hop
Taking candy from his baby
Giving it to the stripper
Won’t pay his baby momma say she tripping
Say she got that Louie lip, that need zip locking
But he don’t bring home the bag, he busy tipping
He tip toe and hoeing
He’s such a lil creeper
Don’t think we be knowing
And don’t even know him
So how do you know then?
They profiles be public
Niggas be on socials
Telling all they secrets
Like ain’t no more diary
Ain’t no more filter
Ain’t no more privacy
It’s up for discussion
The stuff he discussing
Ain’t even important
He’s all in his feelings
And really disgusting
But these are the niggas
That started the rumors
And that is the story

PRE CHORUS
* Mama Voice *
What’s this I hear about you
Messing with a midget with 3 legs
They say the 3rd one is the biggest
What kind of freaky deaky leaky

* Papa Voice *
Well what’s this I hear about you and a gang bang
You think you tough lil girl
You bet not be in no gang
And you bet not be under no train

CHORUS
Look mama I been acting up
Yea papa I been acting up
But these are just rumors that’s coming through
Stuff they be saying it ain’t true

And that is why I tried to tell you first
They brought them shovels out they gon do dirt
Just wanna bury me and my work
Just wanna bury me

VERSE
How did that rumor get started, pop
When I wasn’t even at the party
They sent me an invitation but the check won’t inside
So I wasn’t invited
I wasn’t excited
I wouldn’t deny it
No I don’t get high
I was born lit
I wasn’t fighting
This ain’t no Worldstar
I am a real star
All I do is shine and they be like kill her
All I do is smile and they watch my grill sir
All I do is grind and spit in these streets
I’m the one killing all these original beats
Cuz ain’t nobody got a body this hot
Gonna flip and hard body that heat and
Ain’t nobody battling thots
I be rocking turtlenecks and wristwatch
I be making niggas put respect on my name
Clock me big time like Flava Flave chain
Big rhymes and big songs
Not TDE but I’m top dawg yea
But I’m a just lower my voice
Before you start raising yours
Yo I forgot who I was talking to
So please don’t throw that house shoe at me
I blaming these niggas that started the rumors

CHORUS

VERSE 3
Yea mama I been acting up
Papa I been acting up
But everything on the net don’t hold weight
People be lying for clickbait
Yo it’s bots and trolls and 9 year old’s
On IG selling sex tapes and
They don’t even look like me
She can’t even get booked like me
She be looking all shook, not me
You know what
Let me shut up
This a set up cuz
Mama I been acting up
But that was just water I had in my cup
And yea papa I been acting up
I’m telling the truth, I’m telling you, straight up
Straight from the source, my weave and me
We be straight from the horse and horses mouth

PRE. CHORUS
*Mama Voice*
So what’s this I hear about you fighting, and ghostwriting
And killing and bodying niggas and catching bodies,
You bet not be out here being violent

*Papa Voice*
Well what’s this I hear about you catching cases and lit and lighting
Bubble you bet not be smoking or lighting nothing up

CHORUS

OUTRO
*Mama Voice*
Well what’s this I hear about you and a girl 6
They say you talking in a white girl voice
Talking nasty on these phone lines named Victoria

*Bubble in white girl Voice*
Well uh
Mama I can explain that one
I’m an actress and
I was just raising money for my rap career, mama

*Mama Voice*
You raise your voice at me again
And we gon be raising money for your funeral
Slap you and the white girl inside ya
Think I’m playing
I don’t know who you talking to
You better come get her

INTRO
Yea
#BubbleOnDeck
Yea
Real cute
Underwear
Underwear

VERSE
To be honest, ion really wear many (hmph)
I don’t even really rock panties
Um, let me be clear
I’m used to getting a few new big pair, each year
From my granny (haha)
A couple sexy ones
That might come off
When I done had waaay too much henny
A drunk text go out
Like come and eat this sweet juicy pie down here
If I’m a go that route
But nah nigga, wrong song
I only need a couple bars to turn you on
That’s why I started mentioning that lingerie
But pulled up to the studio in some long johns
This verse about to take a turn for the worst
And all them cute panties gon be long gone (bye, bye)

Cuz the hating niggas that I wrote it for
They aint afraid of wordplay
That’s why they rode this far
So I’m a drive em wild thinking one day
They might hear all about
My boy shorts, g-strings, slutty thongs,
Even put them edible panties on the cover
So they wonder how the bubble taste
You could stay mad,
Be miserable, ol predictable
Maybe not even applicable
But yea you typical
Check ya man’s if it ain’t you
Cuz way too many Queens
Rocking shades
Cuz they eyes black and blue

PRE CHORUS
Way too many dudes putting hands on a broad
That make you feel like a man
Mishandling a weaker vessel, yea you soft
Yo, look it’s way too many dudes only wanna spark
But ain’t got no conversation
Only wanna gossip when we talk

Why I keep seeing these grown dudes
Arguing in broad daylight like some broads (eww)
And why I keep seeing these dudes
Letting these girls fight and only stopping to record (eww)
These lil niggas online the worst part,
Lames hoes got a squad (lame)
And all they do is dislike the females
Doing interviews with that nigga Vlad

I be like
Come here big boy (yea)
Take off them draws
I just came from shopping
Lemme, lemme
Slip you into something real real soft
You prefer the lace, the satin, or the silk
Cuz the pretty little bows
They gon hang off your balls
Look at you sitting pretty
Yea, You the type that rock them cute panties
Yea, come here

CHORUS
You cute
Cute, cute
Real cute
You hating on a female
Cute, cute
Real cute
What you mad we getting money
Maybe that’s why you sag
Let them panties show
Oh by the way
Cute panties bro
Real cute

VERSE
Grown man
Big boss
Taking shots
From a penthouse loft
Talking trash, he making big calls
Yep then again, thats only til his phone cut off
Come again, yea his phone got disconnected
But don’t worry
He’ll be back online hating in a second
Back at the crib
Remember she pay the phone and the rent
Squash it, Nigga vegetable soft

Now he souped up in my mentions
on some vegetable broth
Leaving comment after comment
You that thirsty
Drink vomit
I promise
I ain’t never seen nobody win
Have so much time to hate me, be honest

Is you mad at me
Or the fact that I’m grinding
Issa fact that I’m winning son
I really be shining
Why you pressed
I’m a diamond
You ready to swing on this little bitty girl
So don’t tell me I’m lying

PRE CHORUS

CHORUS

INTRO
We been popping, we been popping like

CHORUS
Pringles in the can
All this money really got me dancing
Pringles in the whip
I be stacking be stacking them chips like

Pringles in the can
All this money really got me dancing
Big bank, baby, money grip
I be stacking be stacking them chips

Pringles in the can
All this money really got me dancing
Pringles in the whip
I be stacking be stacking them chips like

Pringles in the can
All this money really got me dancing (yea)
Big bank, baby, money grip
I be stacking be stacking them

VERSE
I ain’t never been afraid of a strange beat
New track from the Cratez, but the same me
Lights on, bills paid, bring the same heat
Couldn’t picture me spitting the same unless you frame me
Low key, humble brag, never change me
New money coming in, the banks changing (word)
The quarters to dollars to checks every hour
That money come in when I sleep or I shower

That’s motivation
That dedication
I could see my dreams
I’m already chasing
That bezel clean
Now watch me embrace it
I’m a single girl
But already taking
Like a stick up kid
They already shaking
No Harlem, Brooklyn been known for break ins
Bubble on Deck been known for caking
Stacking and stacking and stacking and saving up

PRECHORUS
Move up out the hood money
This that we been eating good money (aye)
This that really wish you would homie (yup)
This that see you laughing, but broke ain’t funny

So get up out the hood homie
Ain’t no rentals over here dummy (nope)
And no they don’t really think that we own it
But we been popping, we been popping look

I don’t love this money
But this money love me long time (aye)
and I don’t got investor
Got this money with my own grind

That move up out the hood money
This that we been eating good money
This that really wish you would homie
Cuz we been popping, we been popping like

CHORUS

VERSE
I ain’t never been afraid of investing (never been afraid)
I’m talking more than dice games and them scratch offs
Lottery jackpots in the hundreds of millions
So who you think they making money on the backs of
Ain’t no gambling today
Ain’t no gambling with my money
That I built up
Got my money strong
Yea my money long
This my money song

Not one business but two businesses
Natural growth I mean new business
New growth like my natural hair
Yea I’m ten toes down in the shoe business
Like back up (back up, back up)
Back up off me
Ain’t in the mood if we don’t do business
Bring the track up
With the track outs in the booth
While you steady running your mouth
Talking this and that
Well this that

PRECHORUS

CHORUS

CHORUS
Treat me like a princess when you see me
Greet me like the Queen that I’m gon be
Cut me my check when I hit your town (yea)
Give me my flowers before I hit the ground (gimme)
Give me my flowers (gimme)
Give me my flowers (gimme)
Cut me my check when I hit your town (gimme)
Give me my flowers
Give me my flowers (yea)
Give me my flowers before I hit the ground

VERSE
Don’t be posting no R.I.P.
Don’t be flapping your L.I.P.s
Don’t give me no lip faring me well
When you could just tell me now
Don’t throw me no home going party
Yo that aint gon be lit for me
I want my roses are red
Before I’m too old to see

I want my violets are blue
Where are my diamonds and jewels
And when I’m running through your mind
Why don’t you buy me some shoes
Or maybe get me some food
That put me in a good mood
Ayo I’m really not that picky
Jimmy John’s or them Choos

PRECHORUS
Cuz I ain’t got millions yet
I ain’t on billboard yet
I’m still doing youtube covers
I ain’t on private jets
But you know these bars are fly
And I deserve my respect
Yo this ain’t written in my will
But this my last request, yes

CHORUS

VERSE
You could bring all them flowers to my shows
And tell your people it’s on
Cuz I’m already underground
So please don’t wait til I’m gone
Especially when you know I’m popping
Sing them words to my songs
Look I may never sign a deal
Ayo my word is bond
And I heard you got that bail money,
Don’t bail on me move on
These snakes are sniffing
Smells funny so I string them along
Look I’m just flirting with these bars
Your favorite rapper’s a girl
But when I steady give you life
I need you rocking my world

PRECHORUS

CHORUS