Lyrics

That's crazy
Are you rich, but you don't trick?
That's crazy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah
Gucci this, Gucci that, baby, pick a purse
Swangin' down the Boulevard in my new purchase
Booty moving up and down, it look so perfect
He wanna fuck, I told him, "Wait" 'cause I'm so worth it
There she go (yeah), there she go (yeah)
There she go (yeah), there she go (look at her)
There she go (yeah), there she go (yeah)
There she go (yeah), there she go (look at her)
Where the trappers, where the scammers?
This that Lamborghini music
I want all the boys that's finna pay to see me move it (who's that?)
Pretty gangsta music
It don't matter where I'm at, I swear to God, they always choosin'
I get that bag, I get that head, I get that bread, and then I'm gone
We in the club with no shoes, shaking ass like we at home
I'm taking pictures, when that liquor hit, you know I'm in my zone
This yo' favorite song (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Where them ballers at?
Where them bottles at? (Yeah-yeah)
You know this booty fat
Girl, throw that coochie back (okay)
Gucci this, Gucci that, baby, pick a purse
Swangin' down the Boulevard in my new purchase
Booty moving up and down, it look so perfect
He wanna fuck, I told him, "Wait" 'cause I'm so worth it
There she go (yeah), there she go (okay)
There she go (yeah), there she go (look at her)
There she go (yeah), there she go
There she go (okay), there she go (look at her)
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