Lyrics
Goofy bitch
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Spanish bitch, se que pasa
Hola, mami
I be coolin' with my shottas
Big 40 bust ya mata
Now my **** movin' hot, hot
How I pull up in the drop top
I got the mojo Austin powers
In the jungle like Mufasa
Got the bag she think I'm Santa
This ain't lean, this is Fanta
Spinnin' with a treesh through Atlanta
I'm in VIP with a dancer
Smokin' on this weed, not the cancer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smokin' California weed
Gettin' California love
From the California treesh, hold up
She is not the woman that you think
Just another thotty tryna get flown out overseas
I was lookin' in the mirror
Like goddamn sun
I can't tell the difference
Between Tia and Tamera
Two twin thots
But I feel like one was badder
Fuck it, it don't matter
They both thick as cake batter
Dollars in the air
Make the pretty women scatter
Opposition where
I got a pistol and a ladder
Watchin' me like damn
Bet the bank roll get em madder
B-words acting bad
But her friend was acting badder
Broke her heart to pieces
Fucked her friend and made her sadder
I tell all the B-words
I'm a pimp, I'm not a rapper
Told her do her thing
But just don't put me on no cameras
Do it for the gang
Fuck a soul, we might jack her
Spanish bitch, se que pasa
I be cooling with my shottas
Big 40, bust your mata
Now my **** moving hot, hot
Hot, hot
Hot, hot
Hot, hot
Hot, hot
Written by: Cullen Madden, Junior Kevin Collier, Tyreik Shami Benjamin