Lyrics

Sunshine on the beach with my back out In a two-piece, make a niggа go (wow, wow) Start blickin', make the city go black out Walk with a limp hip hurt like (ow, ow) Takin' pics with the fans Don't gotta talk, I'ma just do my dance They do my emotes, they be tryna steal my stance I am not human, I'm way too advanced Come here, come get this Come here, come get this Come here, come get this Come here, come get this Walk in the party, I'm lit Don't gotta Bang but you know I'm a blick My brother be rockin' his hip with a glock on his hip I'm like, "hold on, don't bang that shh" Huh, footwork, Lu Kaine that, yeah Two step then tang that Stand on the couch, Rick James that Tap tap, mama then bang that If I was a rich girl Treat a Benz like a SRT Brought the whole hood to the VIP Go hard in them goyard sneaks Swimmin' in money, I'm in too deep We in the ritz, but we in two suites Thirty below on my wrist, like "sheesh!" Lookin' for a bad bitch like me Come here, come get this Come here, come get this Come here, come get this Come here, come get this
Writer(s): Khari Cain, Jerry Bock, Dominic Leroy Gordon, Jirou Anderson Williams, Sheldon M. Harnick, Layia Watkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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