Lyrics
Uh
Yeah
Big Za
Uh, I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
Uh, that ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
He don't like me, but his bitch love me
Got kicked out the house at 14, I was still thuggin'
She ate that dick so much, her knee ugly
He know I fucked the bitch, he seen me and be mean muggin'
Uh, that shit don't mean nothin'
You play with me and you know how my team comin'
Ay, that ass sit up better than two bunkbeds
Oh, she thick, thick, she eat her cornbread
Yeah, yeah, that shit there homemade
She get on her knees and make that ass go both ways
She mix Patrón with the OJ
She mix Amiri with the Dolce
If he can't buy you Dior, then he pi-or
Hm, uh, or maybe you just a basic bitch
Keep a-, nigga play, spray the bitch
I'm so clean, look at me, take a pic
I got bands in my pants, I'm so lit (I'm so lit)
I'm pullin' up foreign truck, five percent
That ass natural, I gotta have it, look how it sit (look how it sit)
Get on your ass, she gon' crash 'bout that dick ('bout that dick)
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna fuck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna fuck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin' (GloRilla)
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin' (on gang, gang)
I see you lookin', you must like me or somethin'
I see you starin' at that ass, must wanna bite it or somethin'
Why you nutted so damn fast? Must was excited or somethin'
He talkin 'bout, "Bae, you need some head," must be a psychic or somethin' (yeah)
He havin' plenty motion, and he fine as fuck too (okay)
Ain't got no baby mama, and know how to fuck too (ugh, ugh)
And you stand on business like a thug do (damn)
Damn, I can't lie, nigga, I love you (on gang)
Yeah, about this one, this shit on the floor (on the floor)
I can't lie, I'm tender, super fucked up 'bout my ho (stamp that)
Yeah, missionary 'cause he say I'm gorgeous (say I'm gorgeous)
Then throw it back and let him gon' record it (on gang)
I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
Uh, that ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
Oh, I love the way you twerk it, baby
That shit perfect, baby
And slow motion, baby
Wanna see you bust it open, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
Writer(s): Devante Mccreary, Victor Lassila
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