(Damn, Flaw, this what I've been prayin' for)

Uh

Bad bitch alert, I'm a walking money bag (Cash)

Get a **** for his bands, then I go and pop tags (Woo)

We some boss-ass bitches, wrap our hair in Louis rags (Yeah)

Still wearin' pack hair, bitch, that's a gag (Say what? Ugh)

Let me tell you bitches what a boss do (Okay)

Never let a **** double cross you (Uh-huh)

Always let 'em know you got the sauce too (What else?)

And if he cheatin', fuck his friend, that's a boss move (Woo)

I'ma go to work on you soft-ass hoes (Yeah)

That's a '15 Charger, bitch, the whole hood know

You ain't foolin' nobody playin' rich bitch roles

Wearin' old-ass Gucci, ho, them last year's clothes

Ho, we turnt in this bitch, you drinkin' Belaire rosé (Pour up)

We on Don in the VIP smellin' just like boss (Don)

AP on my wrist, got a bad bitch froze (Ice)

My IG doin' numbers, watch a bad bitch pose

I drop down and give a **** fifty when I'm twerkin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Make a **** jaw drop when he see me in person

Make a **** drop bands, bank account start hurtin' (That bag)

Make him buy a Louis purse and I ain't even start flirting (Yeah)

Missed church on Sunday, bought some Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)

New Gucci lookin' crazy, they done changed the font (Changed the font)

In a Ghost with my mama's sister, that's my aunt

Rolled by my ex like, "Hold up, let me stunt," bumpin' up on

Elevators, elevators

Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators

Every year, we get another hater, 'nother hater

'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators (You heard that?)

Elevators, elevators

Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators

Every year, we get another hater, 'nother hater

'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators

I'm in love with Benjamin Franklin, I'm addicted to him (I need it)

Tat him on my titty with love 'cause I'm stickin' to him (I love him)

He in my bra, pants, purse, and my mind, I'm so connected to him (Ooh, ugh)

He told me buy a brand new bag, I'm 'bout to listen to him (Out of here)

Ooh, take me shopping, buy me what I want (What I want)

Take me out to Vegas, fly me where you want (Where you want)

Spend it on me at expensive restaurants

I like Ace of Spades, lobster tails, and butter on croissants (Ugh)

Don't give a fuck, ho, I know I got an attitude (Lil' bitch)

We goin' up, elevator on latitude (Gone)

Instagram doin' numbers, check my damn views

I see your track slippin', bitch, you need some damn glue

Rich bitch, thick bitch, and I got hands on me (Hands on me)

Hatin' bitch in her feelings 'cause her man on me (Man on me)

All white everything like the Klan on me

Drumline in my purse 'cause I got the bands on me (That bag)

I got the bands on me (Cash)

That's why your man on me (Give me that)

These Gucci, ain't no Vans on me

Foolin' out at Lenox, throwin' money like a fan on me, bitch