Uh
Yeah, uh, Big Za
Uh

Uh, I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
Uh, and I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Nah, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both ass cheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
Uh, that ass perfect, baby
Mmm, I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
Mmm, you know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby (surf it, baby)

He don't like me, but his bitch love me (but his bitch love me)
Got kicked out the house at fourteen, I was still thuggin' (I was still thuggin')
Mmm, she ate that dick so much, her knee ugly
He know I fucked his bitch, he see me and be mean muggin'
Mmm, uh, that shit don't mean nothin'
Mmm, you play with me and you know how my team comin'
Bae, that ass sit up better than two bunkbeds
Oh, she thick, thick, she eat her cornbread
Uh, yeah, that shit there homemade
She get on her knees and make that ass go both ways
Mmm, she mix Patrón with the OJ
Mmm, she mix Amiri with the Dolce
Mmm, if he can't buy you Dior, then he pi-or
Mmm, uh, or maybe you just a basic bitch
Mmm, keep a- nigga play, spray the bitch
Mmm, I'm so clean, look at me, take a pic
I got bands in my pants, I'm so lit
I'm pullin' up foreign truck, five percent
That ass natural, I gotta have it, look how it sit
Get on your ass, she gon' crash 'bout that dick
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna fuck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
Uh, she talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna fuck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin' (GloRilla, uh, uh)
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin' (on gang, gang)

I see you lookin', you must like me or somethin'
I see you starin' at that ass, must wanna bite it or somethin'
Why you nutted so damn fast? Must was excited or somethin'
He talkin 'bout, "Bae, you need some head," must be a psychic or somethin'
Yeah, he havin' plenty motion, and he fine as fuck too (okay)
Ain't got no baby mama and know how to fuck too (ooh)
Ooh, and you stand on business like a thug do (damn)
Damn, I can't lie, nigga, I love you (on gang)
Yeah, about this one, this shit on the floor (on the floor)
I can't lie, I'm tender, super fucked up 'bout my ho (stamp that)
Yeah, missionary 'cause he say I'm gorgeous (say I'm gorgeous)
Then throw it back and let him go and record it (on gang)

Uh, I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
Uh, and I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Nah, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both ass cheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
Uh, that ass perfect, baby
Mmm, I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
Mmm, you know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby (surf it, baby)

Mmm, mmm, that ass perfect, baby
Mmm, yeah, that shit perfect, baby
Mmm, oh, I love the way you twerk it, baby
Mmm, yeah, that shit perfect, baby
Mmm, mmm, in slow motion, baby
Mmm, let me see you bust it open, baby
Mmm, mmm, that ass perfect, baby
Mmm, mmm, that shit perfect, baby

Yeah, uh, I'm a gettin'-money-ass nigga
Uh, and I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Nah, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both ass cheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
Uh, that ass perfect, baby
Mmm, I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
Mmm, you know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby (surf it, baby) Writer/s: Devante McCreary, Gloria Woods, Victor Lasilla
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