Lola Monroe Stompin Bitches Lyrics

Ok, hopped up out the race track
In Giuseppes and a ski mask
I'm the big one niggas fishing, I ain't talking 'bout no sea bass
See pass you dry, Gucci bitches that be hating
I'm in meetings dictating what country to place my estate in
Big body Bens, Color Purple, no Harpo
Top chopped off, Celie, guts cold charcoal
Your style? Bore
I'm the one like Derrick Rose
My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows
The last breed of a bad cunt
They passed you what I passed up
You's a lil' girl to me
I commode you like play, though
Straight jacket swag, bitches style
Don't play, hoe

He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis
Roll 'em up some doobies
Might lace 'em up in some Guccis
Can I go harder than ten Compton, bitches?

Red bottoms on
Look like I been stomping bitches
Stomping bitches, stomping bitches, stomping bitches
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stomping bitches
Stomping bitches, stomping bitches, stomping bitches
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stomping bitches

Stomping bitches, stomping bitches, stomping bitches
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stomping bitches