Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly They want me, but I'm not the one to choose On a scale of one to ten, love is a one or two They want all my lovin' 'cause it's underused They be like, "Mindi, can I get under you?" I'm eatin' good and you can see it in my belly Prada on my neck, I'm walkin' by and you can smell me He said, "Take off all your clothes" But this nigga not Nelly Sent that boy my Cash App 'case he had something to send me Shit is automatic, little bitch, this ain't no semi I got all these choices, be like eenie-minie-money Told that nigga, "Go home, you a roger, you a Kimmy" I like shit direct like a deposit, where's the stimi? Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly And Beyoncé had a long day Of hopin' niggas just don't take this shit the wrong way I'm collected, gotta calm face Come correct though, I'll go André Deep in my bag, it ain't Birkin, it's a Telly Don't got a man, but I got niggas on my celly They got a script and it's the same thing that they tell me They wanna cater to me like Michelle and Kelly