SIMBA - Naia Lyrics

This ain't Fashion Nova Jeans,
These some Ricki Owens
Took my bitch out to a flight,
We goin' straight to Boeing
How we livin' in the same boat you not even rowin'
Better bitches, better money,
That's just where I'm goin
That's just where I'm headed,
I've been makin' so much money
I don't think you get it
(Hell nah)
You don't even know where I came from
Lil shorty want f*ck come and play sum
Bitch, I'm ready to ball, lemme lace up
If she lookin' too bad, put her face up
Lil bitch, I don't wanna FaceTime
She gon' slide to my crib and just waste time
And these rappers be dirt, hit the waste line
Boy, you little, you need to get weighed up
Got a couple lil bitches that been me
And I know that your girlfriend wanna date me
Niggas pussy, they don't wanna fade me
Got two bitches in here wanna train me
Sexy bitch, and I need her my trainer
My voice low, can you pick up the gainer
Got a pool at my house, hit a gainer
And this bitch, wanna be me, can't blame her
If I was you, I would like to be me
Bitch, I'm up, you don't need to see me
Round' the belt, it always be VV,
Game over, I tell that boy GG
Not gon' lie, you not on my level
She be doin' me bad, she's the
She be doin' me bad, she's the devil
And these niggas, they all of my rebels
Bitch, I'm high, I don't need no RedBull
Niggas suck, I don't got no rival
When I was down, I picked up that new Bible
We gave him hell, better check out his vital
Me and this bitch, we do not have a title
Different positions, I f*cked up her spinal
Only few months that it take to get viral
Walk in this bitch with a motherf*ckin' rifle
My dick is long like the motherf*ckin' Eiffel
I don't control my IG, got a Agent
Mix up the rice with the chicken, I'm Asian
Need this lil' bitch, cause I swear she amazing
Needed some tints in my whip, cause they watchin' Śimba to Hard, man I gotta start copyin
Got so much money, got more than Monopoly Niggas be broke, man, they don't got no Monopoly
Niggas be broke, man, they don't got no paper
I love this bitch, but i swear man I hate her
Call up my sis, and I swear she gon' fade her
Bitch, you a Croc, I'm a motherf*ckin' Gator
You was my brother, then you f*ckin' switched up Walk on the Ave' man I gotta keep blick up
Bitch, I'm a shooter, you gotta come stick up
We gave them niggas the motherf*ckin' hiccups
Got some lil' pieces, I got Fashion Nova,
Got some lil' pieces, I got Balenciaga
My mama know I'm a motherf*ckin' soldier
Mixin' the juice with a motherf*ckin' Naia
I just walk in that bitch with a whole new gun, with a whole new pack
Gotta fine lil' bitch, she bad, man, her ass too fat
When I walk in the function, the party,
I put on a whole different black
Simba