Happy Fat Tuesday Lyrics

Happy Fat Tuesday, huh?
You tried to be choosey
Now you got yourself in a doozy
And for your headquarters, it's doomsday
Whoo, without them Plus-Sizes
You couldn't make no money
Took out them Plus-Sizes
'Cause you was tryna be funny?
Well, baby, "Ha-ha, he-he," that's why your stores are closin'
When, really, all you had to do was make Plus-Size clothing

BABOP
I don't know why people keep playin' with me, bruh
Like, I ain't bout nothin'
Like, I ain't gon' say nothin'

They scared
They ain't never seen this before
Remember, I'm the pretty bitch who got a daddy from the Ninth Ward
(I'm the pretty bitch who got a daddy from the Ninth Ward)

Didn't think I'd do it?
Didn't think I'd talk about you?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Had me at your office
Sent me flowers, that's amusin'
Seem to only listen when I put it in the music
Power to it, power through it
Always got the upper hand
Never on the bottom, I am always in demand
Pushin' on the throttle, I am always in command
Switch it to legato, you should thank me in advance
I am always the one who is changing the culture
But all of the credit, it goes to the vultures
Like, you know that one girl who dropped a collection?
Well, she text my phone askin' me for direction
| gave it to her, but never got a check
They never wanna pay me when they reach out to connect
They always tryna play me, it is easy to detect
And I'm just gettin' started, you should wonder if you're next