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Andrew Rogers - Everybody Stressed Lyrics

[Intro]
Got some money, everybody stressed (x3)

[Hook]
Short, thick, fine, ooh
Hair, nails, done too
Birkin bag
Jimmy choos
Gucci boots
Christian Loub's
Short, thick, fine, ooh
Hair, nails, done too
Birkin bag
Jimmy choos
Gucci boots
Christian Loub's

[Post-Hook]
Stepping on these hoes necks
I'mma keep stepping till I get a check
These niggas my sons, these bitches my pets
I got some shooters, they only hit necks
He knew I was expensive as soon as we met
We ain't fucking
You licking? I want me some neck
Tell that nigga dont call me, just send me a text
If you ain't bout getting money I'm on to the next
[Verse]
If that bitch run up on me, that bitch will get flexed
Bitch I stay out in public, just pull up, come test
Yeah I came from the bottom
I used to be stressed
Stack on the side with the strap, now I'm blessed
You niggas is bitches
Start using yall chest
Call Choppa, he scoring, don't care about no vest
Bitch I'm a queen, you came for neck
In a jam you'll fold
I never stay pressed
I don't gossip with bitches, don't get in that mess
I want the money, can't settle for less
I don't gossip with bitches, don't get in that mess
Bitch I want the money, can't settle for less
They see me up, everybody pressed
Money real low, so the bitch real stressed
They was playing Checkers while a bitch playing Chess
They was playing Checkers while a bitch playing Chess

[Hook]
Short, thick, fine, ooh
Hair, nails, done too
Birkin bag
Jimmy choos
Gucci boots
Christian Loub's
Short, thick, fine, ooh
Hair, nails, done too
Birkin bag
Jimmy choos
Gucci boots
Christian Loub's
[Post-Hook]
Stepping on these hoes necks
I'mma keep stepping till I get a check
These bitches my sons, these niggas my pets
I got some shooters, they only hit necks
He knew I was expensive as soon as we met
We ain't fucking
You licking? I want me some neck (TOP!)
You ain't bout getting money I'm on to the next
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