One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Pull up in the drop top, bustin'
Pick up a new shawty in the crop top, stuntin'
She moving quick
Already talking 'bout love and other shit
Took a bad bitch out to Paris, France
Took her to the room did my money dance
She a naughty bitch yeah she bad to the core
Took her to my house, thought it was the Louis store
Designer brands from the top to floor
All of this shit and you still want more
The 'Rari, the Range, ain't no damn Accord
Pulled up and bought out the whole damn store
Blue bands falling out of my pocket
Presidential faces stop talking outta pocket
Get up off dick stop pocket watching
I'm just calm like who the f*ck is you (Ha, Ha, Ay)
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Ay f*ck whatchu say little bitch I don't need you
Lookin at my ex in the past in that rear view
Know that I'm better off all on my own
Walking around with that new VLONE
Quit with the couple talk, leave me alone
Unless it's that sex talk, bitch don't hit phone (Don't hit my phone)
Ay
I don't give a shit
Flexing on these bitches with that new ice shit
Rich rich (Real rich)
Real rich shit
Oh that real nice shit
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass shake, shake, shake
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass clap, clap, clap
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One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Pull up in the drop top, bustin'
Pick up a new shawty in the crop top, stuntin'
She moving quick
Already talking 'bout love and other shit
Took a bad bitch out to Paris, France
Took her to the room did my money dance
She a naughty bitch yeah she bad to the core
Took her to my house, thought it was the Louis store
Designer brands from the top to floor
All of this shit and you still want more
The 'Rari, the Range, ain't no damn Accord
Pulled up and bought out the whole damn store
Blue bands falling out of my pocket
Presidential faces stop talking outta pocket
Get up off dick stop pocket watching
I'm just calm like who the f*ck is you (Ha, Ha, Ay)
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Ay f*ck whatchu say little bitch I don't need you
Lookin at my ex in the past in that rear view
Know that I'm better off all on my own
Walking around with that new VLONE
Quit with the couple talk, leave me alone
Unless it's that sex talk, bitch don't hit phone (Don't hit my phone)
Ay
I don't give a shit
Flexing on these bitches with that new ice shit
Rich rich (Real rich)
Real rich shit
Oh that real nice shit
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass shake, shake, shake
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass clap, clap, clap
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Pull up in the drop top, bustin'
Pick up a new shawty in the crop top, stuntin'
She moving quick
Already talking 'bout love and other shit
Took a bad bitch out to Paris, France
Took her to the room did my money dance
She a naughty bitch yeah she bad to the core
Took her to my house, thought it was the Louis store
Designer brands from the top to floor
All of this shit and you still want more
The 'Rari, the Range, ain't no damn Accord
Pulled up and bought out the whole damn store
Blue bands falling out of my pocket
Presidential faces stop talking outta pocket
Get up off dick stop pocket watching
I'm just calm like who the f*ck is you (Ha, Ha, Ay)
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
One false move and a bitch finna get caught
Rolly on my wrist, yeah that shit that go tick tock
She a bad bitch, but she just trynna lip lock
Don't need a bitch, f*ck her once then I dip ahh
Ay f*ck whatchu say little bitch I don't need you
Lookin at my ex in the past in that rear view
Know that I'm better off all on my own
Walking around with that new VLONE
Quit with the couple talk, leave me alone
Unless it's that sex talk, bitch don't hit phone (Don't hit my phone)
Ay
I don't give a shit
Flexing on these bitches with that new ice shit
Rich rich (Real rich)
Real rich shit
Oh that real nice shit
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass shake, shake, shake
She a bad bitch when she come through
Turn around make that ass clap, clap, clap
Writer: Kendall Johnson
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