Bitches In Paris (feat. Majorlilkween)

Mike Mixer is in the building

Diddy go hard way up

Aye, aye, my bitch, fine

Aye, just like China, bad bitch and designer

Hundred dollar liner, she goin' brazy, I sign her

Shakin' that ass, I get behind her

Share your location so I can find it

Ooh, damn, she lyin', bitch why you wastin' my time?

Can't trust these ****, they droppin' dimes (they droppin' dimes)

Paris, Milan, France

Dance baby, dance baby, dance

Dance baby, dance baby, dance (ayy)

We go to Paris, we go to Milan, we go to France, aye

Yeah, ripping the runway

Fuck at the club on a Sunday

Need some margin, my shoes and my pants

I be counting this money, I need some more hands

Hop off the private jet, pray it was puppy shit

I want apologies, give me a fucking check

Diamonds on VVS, when I fuck but I make him come eat it first

They just strippin' they don't got a passport

You want the smoke give you what you ask for

Shittin' on bitches I guess I'm a asshole

Hop on your truck and I'll make it go platinum

Double the money me and Bally bitch you know how we comin'

Jump out the Lamborghini and she runnin'

Titties passin' body passin' semi passin'

Livin' lavish, I'm in Paris up to somethin'

Dance baby I'ma keep this dance comin' yeah, ooh

Dance baby I'ma keep this dance comin'

Heard'em talkin' they ain't really sayin' nothin'

Majorlilkween topic of discussion

Paris, Paris, Milan, France

Dance baby, dance baby, dance (ayy)

Dance baby, dance baby, dance (ayy)

We go to Paris, we go to Milan, we go to France (ayy)