That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
34 inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bill
Uh, want me to grip your dick with two hands?
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy
He gon' blow a bag just to make me happy (facts)
He just put me in the Lam', I'ma speed fast
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat ass
Booty stickin' out and I ain't get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your nigga givin' you somethin', stick your tongue out (tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his gun out (gun out)
Uh, pussy pink, I need a G-wag'
I want a rich ass nigga, fuck your cheap ass
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
34 inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bill
Pull up, sprinter, bad bitches
And we ain't ever gotta pay 'cause we bad bitches
In the section with the niggas who got mad riches
Makin' it rain with their money, takin' mad pictures
Pretty bitch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
Pussy juice drippin' on a nigga durag
This bitch need one, I need two bags (double)
That's my bitch there
One fight, all fight
We 'on't play fair, period
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
34 inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bill