Libra

Libra, that’s what I am.

And I’m not giving a damn.

Libra, that’s what I am.

That’s my sign.

And I’m gonna make you mine.

All up in the club, still fun— without a drink.

Everybody in here tryna get real close to me.

Guys up on my jock, cause they know I’m looking good.

Even though I’m classy, I always can keep it hood.

Hatin’ ass hoes, yapping, stay behind my back.

I could really care less, cause I’m out here making stacks.

Rich ass bitch, ain’t denying, know it’s true.

You can’t afford to step to me, so back up cause your rent is due.

I pay mortgage, hoe. I don’t speak broke.

Stay shining everywhere I go and make ‘em choke.

You shouldn’t compare. Don’t try to compete.

Cause there ain’t another that will ever step to me.

Libra, that’s what I am.

And I’m not giving a damn.

Libra, that’s what I am.

That’s my sign.

And I’m gonna make you mine.

Libra, that’s what I am.

And I’m not giving a damn.

Libra, that’s what I am.

That’s my sign.

And I’m gonna make you mine.

All over the place, I am always on a plane.

Coming to your city and I’m gonna make it rain.

Bad bitches surrounding me, everywhere I go.

And we stayin’ unbothered, cause we positive and glow.

Nobody can knock me off this pedastal I’m on.

And if you even try to, stop, cause I already won.

I’ll never understand why dumb-ass losers even try.

I told you I’m God’s favorite and that’s he keeps me stayin’ fly.

Libra, that’s what I am.

And I’m not giving a damn.

Libra, that’s what I am.

That’s my sign.

And I’m gonna make you mine.

Libra, that’s what I am.

And I’m not giving a damn.

Libra, that’s what I am.

That’s my sign.

(That’s what’s up)