[Verse 1: Celly Ru]
Eh bitch
Do your dance, this your song for real
Eh bitch
Where your man? Why you alone for real?
I been up, I'm still acting like I'm broke for real
[?] just gave me 250, I'm up like 4 for real
Hold on
You fly, baby, spread your wings
Let's [?] baby, I'm the same nigga in your dreams
I'm just like [?], [?] a nigga bitch, now she with me
If I like baby, I just might never let her leave
Hat bitch mine now, boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now
Before we met, she had no bag, she got like 5 now
I'm mix matching dеsigner, she on fleek, lil baby tight now
Can't keep 1, that's too close to having no bitchеs
Can't keep up with them, sometimes I got like 4 bitches
You been layed up with that slut, ain't talking no business
[?] trap [?]
Eh bitch, get off your ass, do your job
How the fuck this bitch want something real, But she not?
Why the fuck that bitch asking for percentage and you're not?
How the fuck she think she mine, and she ain't give me all she got?
Hold on
This shit been getting outa hand
Why she talking broke to me? She know that I don't understand
Thought you said you was my ho, then bitch, put it in my hand
Don't be acting like my old bitch, 'cause that ho been doing bad
[Chorus: Celly Ru]
That bitch mine now
Boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now
Mix match designer, she on fleek, that bitch tight now
Got up off her ass and got a bag, [?]
Hello, bitch
New ho, who is this?
Wanna see your nigga shine, and put something on my wrist
Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that bitch is
[?] that bitch stupid as it gets
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Bitch, you so stupid
Eh
Bitch want me to make her fall in love, but I'm not Cupid
Bitch think I'm a let her cheat on me, bitch, I'm not stupid
I know I probably crack a lotta jokes, but I'm not foolish
I can move some [?] on the block, but I'm not moving
Walked in the party so smooth, but I'm not groovy
I'm a bunch of shit ixed together, but I'm not smoothy
I got all Double G on, but I'm not Gucci
Bitch, I'm a young fly nigga, but I'm not Lucci
We ain't stopping at no red lights, I'm not Toosi
I be mixing Gucci with the Versace with the Louie
Bitch don't wipe her ass, she ot crumbs on her booty
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
She mine's now
On my dick, saw me iced out
Lights out, 200 bands on me, right now
I told her don't be naked walking through here, wearing nightgowns
She only wanna fuck me outside, but I like wild
Hung up on that bitch, and I scratched out
I be running through it quietly, but the pack loud
[?] you probably couldn't enter, if [?]
You know the reasons why you ain't around, and I ain't dumbing down
You know the prices on [?] we done buying, I ain't coming down
If you see me pull up, you know it's money round
Fake rich, that's why [?] thick as honey now
7 jolly ranchers [?] pop gummy now
Running low, hitting my plays with the run around
Keep strapped, known to hustle hard, but I gun him down
[?] her ass matching her titties
She ain't never left [?] I took her [?] city
[Chorus: Celly Ru]
That bitch mine now
Boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now
Mix match designer, she on fleek, that bitch tight now
Got up off her ass and got a bag, [?]
Hello, bitch
New ho, who is this?
Wanna see your nigga shine, and put something on my wrist
Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that bitch is
[?] that bitch stupid as it gets
