“My momma wasn’t a weak person and she wasn’t a complainer. So I don’t wanna be like that.”

Just to know that the people in my city are really rocking with me, I just love it.

I definitely feel like people in the South are a little more raw. Our whole swag, the way we talk, When I go to the East Coast, people automatically know I’m not from there.

Girls, we have to go 10 times harder than guys. We are still expected to give you the bars, give you the look, give you the routine. This is me – I wanna be a rapper, this is it.

I was an only child so, at home, I’m turnt up by myself, doing whatever I wanna do.

Grind together and shine together.

He probably thinkin’ I’m in pain, but I’m really on game.

Houston is a place where you have to be the best. Everybody gotta be flashy, flashy. It’s not like a gaudy thing, but people definitely put on their best dressed even if they go into Wal-Mart.

I didn’t tell anybody that I wanted to rap when I was in high school.

To be a Hottie you gotta have a lot of self-love, a lot of confidence, you gotta be able to put your foot down. Hotties are supposed to turn other people into Hotties too. If you see someone that’s not quite confident, you gotta be the Hottie to gas up your friend.

When I drop a freestyle, I’m like, ‘This freestyle gotta go hard’ or when I do something it’s, ‘How can we top this?’

She thinks she bad but I’m better.

I’m lookin’ paid and pretty.

I wanna work with my girl Maliibu Miitch. I love Maliibu. I definitely wanna work with Beyonce, Rihanna. I’m a huge fan of Rihanna and Beyonce, so that’s like my dream collab.

When you go to college you can just be whoever you wanna be. So I got there and I’m like, ‘Yeah, I’ma rapper.’

I like movies that make you semi fall in love with the villain so you have sympathy for him.

I just want to be like a good example to somebody in the future.

The father, the mother and the teacher are the three primarily responsible for moulding the future of the country.

If people think I’m just the boss’s daughter, they’re deceived.

I probably have an earlier curfew than anyone. My mom wants to keep me really safe and my dad’s not overly protective, but he’s a dad no matter what.

I am a woman who is a granddaughter of a lady who used to be beaten on the head by her husband, of a mother who went through hell because she was divorced and had to bring up these kids. And I can take 10 men out to lunch and pay the bill, and nobody even thinks twice about it. So don’t mess with me.

The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody.

I’d love to have three or four kids. But my mom always says: “Speak to me after you have your first”.

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.