Tag: Fashion Nova

K. Forest – New Bae Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

[Verse 1]
Surfin’, surfin’, my baby she on a wave (a wave)
She got single braids lookin’ like Kim K (K)
Workin’ everyday of the week (of the week)
When that shift is done she be on fleek (on fleek)
She can, make it clap, yes I’m so proud (so)
Hand on my chin like how she do that? I don’t know how (I don’t know)
She hit the road now, battery is low now (so low)
When it dies you gon’ hit me on the iCloud
One day it’s CC the next day it’s Fendi (yeah)
Yeah she fancy but she still sip Henny
And I got plenty, plenty ’til this empty
You not make see, that’s why they got the envy (yeah)
My bae so lit yeah look like I’m an aura (yeah)
She casual, casual like Sephora (yeah)
Look I told ya that it’d be game over
Once that package come from Fashion Nova

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

[Bridge]
I got a new, new bae
I got a new, new bae
I need a new, new bae
I got a new, new bae
And that’s for real, uh
And that’s for real, uh, yeah
And that’s for..

[Verse 2]
Caramel complexion that’s my honey (that’s my honey)
She don’t gotta ask for nothin’ she got money (oh, yeah)
She got bands on top of bands, wrapped in rubber bands (yeah)
And guest request from her fans all the way from France (yeah)
She hit my FaceTime sayin’ “bonjour” (what’s up?)
I’m watchin’ her blend colors with the contour (what’s up?)
This velour, that’s what she known for (yeah)
And she help me pick my fits when I got on tour (so real)
That’s a savage, yeah that’ what I see, see
Not a bajan but that’s my lil’ RiRi (yeah)
She keep it thuggin’, Jeezy on repeat (yeah)
And she collect the bag, I’m talkin’ weekly (yeah)
I got the upgrade, rollin’ high grade (yeah)
Newest update, I don’t downgrade (yeah)
Kicked out my old ting, (shh), out the back door
‘Cause you not gonna find this at no AppStore (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

Rick Ross – Future Bright Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Rick Ross]
The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest shit
It’s time to take ’em down, baby
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yo, (Big Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flyin’ in from all the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was death row
Keep it gangsta, never singin’ like it’s “Danny Boy”
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin at what you eat, I’ma change your lifestyle (Boss)
Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo)
From the back I fuck her long term (Huh)
No trippin’, trust me, shawty, this won’t hurt (Huh)
New G wagon, that’s just to go get your nails did
Big fishin’ I’ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama (Huh)
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama
A petty problem had your ass doin’ 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it’s time to touch these 30 M’s
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had ’em all (Boss)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Me)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Rollin’ deep, show and tell by the gang unit
All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh)
Our future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance, policy with the Pyrex (Uh)
Kingpin so it’s smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh)
Do it big and shit, I’m talkin’ until
Junior Mafia niggas’ll let the guns loose (Bang)
Bad bitch better show me what her tongue do (Huh)
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through (Huh)
My niggas comin’ up like it was coke prices (Huh)
How can you be trippin’, nigga, with no snipers? (Huh)
Step-steppin’ off the jets, still in the hair-rollers
She rock with dopeboys, all shareholders
20 stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I’m smokin’, you can smell from California (Boss)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Call the shots)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
I know you got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stop like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-

[Outro]
Maybach Music

Rick Ross – Summer Reign Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

2 Chainz – Whip Lyrics

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[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under (Yeah)
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)
And it was twenty LLC’s (Yeah)
Election play, who played me? (Me)
Just made a mil’ like Meek (Alright)
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what’s in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it’s just a quick weave? (What?)
I’m ’bout the S with the lines through ’em
Partition with the blind’s pool
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Yeah)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)
Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)
4AM, ain’t fucked up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m covered, I’m drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don’t slip (Slip)
Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)
Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)
Money tall, you gon’ need stilts (Tall)
Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil’ mama, I’m proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I’m comin’ to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain’t fucked up (Yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

Clean Bandit – Playboy Style lyrics

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[Intro: Charli XCX & Bhad Bhabie]
Uh, oh damn
Uh, uh, oh damn
It’s Clean Bandit
With Charli XCX and Bhad Bhabie, bitch!

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Had a lover undercover, kept it on the low
Said that you meant nothing but my feelings really grew
Not that I regret you but I met you, went insane
Oh, oh, yeah
Didn’t need forever but I needed just a call
Every night at 3 A.M I’m banging on your door
Crying on the marble where we used to fuck ’til dawn
Oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
What you doing to me?
Used to be a scene from a movie
Now I’m crying tears like a baby
Looking in the mirror, I don’t know me
Oh, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Post Chorus: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a

[Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie & Charli XCX]
When you making checks on checks they chase you for that dollar bill (What a bitch)
But where the fuck was you when all I had to eat was dollar meals? (Where was you at?)
Thought we’d have a run, boy
Thought you was the one, boy
But as I’m growing all the wiser I don’t want no young boys (Oh no)
Too many on me and I don’t discriminate (Nope)
Might take that bitch on a dinner date ([?])
Fashion Nova, new collection (Bitch)
[?] on me, I don’t gotta wait (Oh, you mad)
Gotta treat me like a lady (Like a lady)
But I’m still a bhad bhabie (Lady)
[?] texts on texts and I’m sorry it’s Bhabie with XCX
Yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Yeah, you said no one was home
Two bodies making shapes with the lights on
I hope she’s what you want, uh
Can’t believe I let a Playboy play me so damn good
Teardrops down the [?] from the girls from Hollywood
Kiss him better, then you leave him, then you hide the truth
Oh, oh, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Outro: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
Uh, uh, oh damn
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a

6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

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M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics

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[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you poppin’? Every time you walk in the room you break necks. Necks?! But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
That’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
My niggas having sessions and I’m doin’ sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But, I’d hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
‘Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion’s over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
I’m always on a flight, or I’m in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time we’d eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesn’t
And that’s word to my ex
And that’s word to my tongue
And that’s word to the woman who had my heart beatin’ drums
Yeah
Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
I’m going on some dates and I’m making some plans
But it’s hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
I said, I said
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha up in first class
And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball
And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed
I said my paper long
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow
Yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga
Tryna make me a boss
I’ll take my momma to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross nigga
Back in the muthafuckin’ building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon’ be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?]
My whip bought, it’s not stolen

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls I’m Saks Fifth, nigga

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Get your shit together and turn the fuck up!

Tinashe – Fashion Nova Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hitmaka

Ay, yeah
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 1]
Bad Habits, I got issues
Bad Habits, I got issues
Got your bitch behind the tint, presidential
Fucking up on your bitch, intermission, aye
Don’t know ‘bout you, but imma buy them Jimmy Choos, aye
Ain’t ‘bout no rules, I’m like “I know what it do”, aye
Ain’t got no chill, you know Young Nashe act a fool
?

[Hook]
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 2]
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya
Too much sauce, I’m the stash when I’m with ya
Don’t give sweet girls no way
It’s a snack and a wrap in them jeans

Cardi B – She Bad (feat. YG) lyrics

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[Intro: YG]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Look, look
Momma needs some mill money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga ‘gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I’m up, she mad, I’m first, she’s last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I’m a boss in a skirt, I’m a dog, I’m a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon’ try me, how come I haven’t seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it’s all hers, why her thighs don’t match?

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Weed blowin’, pussy boss, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I eat balls
I’m a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It’s lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I’m worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep ’em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I’m his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

[Verse 3: YG]
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me ’til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
Whispered in her ear, “You got these bitches beat, they runnin’ laps”
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin’ that dress, showin’ that ass and it’s a fuckin’ wrap

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad