Lyrics:
Okay
Okay
God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, just know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
Where them key’s I’m grabbing them both
Say please I’m giving you more
Baby don’t tease you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet you know what you know
And I got time I’m doing the most
Don’t got time I just pour a four
You need me you know where to go
Keep shit quiet you know what you know
Pretty girl styling the gold
Her tooth-gem, smile and it glow
Thrifted dress but it’s skin tight
Damn near can see her soul
She wanna have a big night
Espresso martini Soho
She finna do her big one
Her ex grab his chest said “Oh no”
Grabbin her kissin her neck
Picking her up he sending her texts
He calling her phone tryin gettin her back
I’m telling her friends, “Go climb in the back”
We riding around
He circling back
We painting the town
He lurking on apps
She in the front seat doing karaoke
while her two best friends wanna twerk in the back
Fourth one left and the third took a nap
second one sitting in the first one lap
Said, “Take us home, take care of our girl”
And the rest was a verse and the verse was a wrap,
Keep my word keep the dirt under wraps
Happy ending it was perfect at that
Keep my number in case of emergencies
Cause if you prefer it we could sure run it back
God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, just know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
Okay
Pretty girls freezing in Chrome Heart, gave her the nickname cold
Read a book on the murder she wrote, what’s the chance of me taking you home
Say Chance, I’m calling an ISO
Are you hearing me clear is the mic on
You look good we can do it with the lights on
We’ll both be home when the night gone
Yeah
You too fine to be stuck on the phone
Ima fuck the first night ’cause I’m grown
Baby who the fuck say I was all bad
Even then you said that they wrong
I can look and just tell that you all bad
I can tell that you all bad
Oh Oh
God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, just know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
Where the key’s i’m grabbing them both
Say please i’m giving you more
Baby don’t tease you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet you know what you know
I got time i’m doing the most
Don’t got time I just pour a four
You need me you know where to go
Keep shit quiet you know what you know
