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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIA
BIA
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Aviator Keyz
Aviator Keyz
Songwriter
Enoch Rich Harris III
Enoch Rich Harris III
Songwriter
Pilgram
Pilgram
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Aviator Keyz
Aviator Keyz
Co-Producer
Pilgram
Pilgram
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Juicy J in this bitch (uh) BIA, what's up, mane? (Ayy, ayy) don't tell, pop that, pop that For some money, honey, tell (ayy, I'm really rich) If you scared, go to church, hoe Okay, I slow dance (pop that), pop that pussy, P-Valley, she pole dance That's bro 'nem, he just asked me, can I sneak his pole in (grrah) I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on foe 'nem They asked me if I know who broke the law (broke the law) I don't know them The SRT, that booster start my car (skrrt, start my car) Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (j'sais pas quoi) I see why niggas wanna fuck me raw (fuck me raw) He said my pussy smell like Baccarat I haven't been off the charts (yeah, hoe) Since I popped up on the charts (facts) He's not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart (cash) It's some bitches I should charge, but I did it for the art (facts) Bitches wanna look just like me I can't tell our ass apart, damn (yeah, hoe) Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh) Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey (yeah, mane, ayy) Yeah, if you scared go to (hey, let's go) I need a bigger bank to fit this cash inside my pants (hoe) When I walk inside the bank, they think I'm takin' out the trash Pardon my stench, I smell like gas I'm in that 'Rari, blowin' on za I like my weed and my women all exotic like my cars Oh my, oh my, oh my God She wanna suck me like a straw Told her she can have this Birkin but she cannot have my heart That's where I draw the line I know better than to call her mine Broke nigga better never call my line I'm gettin' to the money all the time My zodiac is a dollar sign Say that bitch go to church (mm-hmm) Heard your baby mama was a squirter (mm-hmm) Allergic to the motherfuckin' steerin' wheel Bitch, I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur (mm-hmm) My bitch gets a stick with her at my show Backstage lookin' like a liquor store That's why I love me a ratchet hoe She'll slide on a nigga like a stripper pole (stripper pole) Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah) Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh) Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah) Yeah, if you scared go to church, pussy (oh)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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