Song Info: Don’t Call Me Sis Cuz I’m Not Your Sister Song name is Megan’s Piano which is sung by Megan Thee Stallion & lyrics written by herself.
Don’t Call Me Sis Because I’m Not Your Sister Lyrics
[Intro]
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Verse 1]
Big-a^s chain ’round my neck so these n^^gas know I’m rich and I don’t need sh^t but the d^^k
Big-a^s stack in this purse so these n^^gas know I’m workin’, I’m holdin’ this Glock in my Birkin
n^^gas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen, I’m really finna make another M
Now, tell me how the f^^k I’m in the wrong if I don’t want the n^^ga and he still ain’t f^^kin’ with the b^^ch?
[Chorus]
I be workin’, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I’m fine with it
Nasty, I’m a real n^^ga fantasy
I’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke n^^ga handle me
D’USSÉ, this rich b^^ch energy
Y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that Hennessy
Messy, and I’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
b^^ch got receipts, but ain’t never finna buy sh^t (Ah)
[Verse 2]
Sorry, hoes hate me ’cause I’m the it girl
I ain’t never asked to be the sh^t, girl
Don’t call me “sis”, ’cause I’m not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seein’ all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin’ my page, b^^ch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her
[Chorus]
I be workin’, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I’m fine with it
Nasty, I’m a real n^^ga fantasy
I’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke n^^ga handle me
D’USSÉ, this rich b^^ch energy
Y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that Hennessy
Messy, and I’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
b^^ch got receipts, but ain’t never finna buy sh^t
[Verse 3]
Bad b^^ches run in my pack, gang sh^t
Cartier frames, spot a b^^ch on some lame sh^t
Broke n^^gas all in my way, clear ’em
Chains ain’t makin’ no noise? They ain’t big enough
Wildin’, on a boat on an island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a n^^ga, but I don’t need one
He f^^k up, I’ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a b^^ch in my purse
Which one of y’all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain’t a b^^ch out built like me
I run sh^t, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefin’? You just mad we ain’t speakin’
And I’m the one that put the roof where you sleepin’
Phoney, I don’t need no new homies
I’m the reason all of my opps ain’t homeless (Ah)
