Yuh, la, la
Its just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
Youre Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint stanin no Nikes oh, oh, oh
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, Ima fuck her til shes purple Hoover
What up? You cant waste none of my time bitch
Im up, I got way too many money
Im up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin up this dundee pour up-up-up
Put a ring round your finger, charisma oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told her aint this cool, on like Tesla oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
All my girlfriends are real done oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told em baby dont waste my time oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put your ring on rocks, uh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Youre Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint stanin no Nikes oh-oh-oh
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they wont let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, its her birthday, sendin shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin its her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah
Yuh, la, la
Its just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Youre Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint stanin no Nikes oh-oh-oh
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces
Youre Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint stanin no Nikes oh-oh-oh
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces