Bend It Over

Switch Royal Tee Hahaha Bend It Over Uh Huhhhh Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash Throw that shit up on the dash Make that nigga spend his last, last If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back Make that nigga drop a bag You could pop a couple tags, tags I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes I got the niggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups I got haters going up cause they know this a bop I got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh What the fuck do they want Send a check then I'll come I pull up, I'll have it shut, have that shit on grid lock But do not waste my time I won't spend another dime I don't smoke, I'm still a dime You know that they want my time My best bitch she smoking lime Need a drink with the lime Go in first, you stand in line Fucking shit up, on the walk in Flow got sicker, think it's COVID They be hating, but I noted They be scheming, but we know this Fucking with me, better show it Yeah we flirted, but we ain't talk Yeah we linked up, but we ain't fuck Anything I own, I bought it Like my taxes, I report it But I do not claim you bitches and I know y'all hate to see it I'm reflecting my connection to my wrist, like a dope fiend, Okay Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash Throw that shit up on the dash Make that nigga spend his last, last If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back Make that nigga drop a bag You could pop a couple tags, tags I need two more bottles to the left like Yoncé Thank you, I don't care how much it cost me Grab it, drink it, dump that Want smoke, Missy, Pass That I do what I want and they don't understand A wavy ass nigga, don't fit your demands Don't fuck with these niggas cause niggas is fans The faker the nigga, the realer the scam They look up to me, I'm a star, I got fans Fingers is hurtin' from countin' these bands I'm back in my bag, catch a flight to Japan Fuck up the beat with the pen, I got hands uh This shit slap like ass uh They gone throw they hands up If you want them bands uh Bend that shit and then some Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck Bend it over Fuck it up Where them bands Run it up Do your dance Fuck it up You know we don't give a fuck If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash Throw that shit up on the dash Make that nigga spend his last, last If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back Make that nigga drop a bag You could pop a couple tags, tags I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes I got the niggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups I got haters going up cause they know this a bop I got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh Uh Uh Uh Uh