Music: Janae Wherry/Robert E. Bell/George Melvin Brown/Claydes Smith/Dennis Ronald Thomas/Richard Westfield/Alton Dameron Taylor/Robert Spike Mickens/Ronald Nathan Bell/Andre Harris
Yeah
You know I be with them real bad bitches
Ain't none of my bitches lame
You can't run no gang on my bitches, we hip, we too hip!
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches
Designer this, designer that, bitch, you know I get them racks
You looking for a bad bitch? The Northside where you find them at
Hood bitch, just bought a Scat, swervin', bitch, I'm doing the dash
Usually, I **** with them Bloods, but right now, I **** with the cash
Weave long, ass fat, conceited bitch, I know I'm that
I've been sexy since a baby, shout out to my Mom and Dad
You ain't ever seen a finer bitch, baby, I know I'm bad
I'm the kind of bitch that a real **** wish he had
Real ratchet bitch, they play my song, I'ma shake this ass
I'on see these hating hoes, why? 'Cause these designer glasses
**** fall in love with Big Sexyy, man, that shit like magic
I be with some real cool bitches, all my bitches savage
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches
Pull up in that thang, kids saying, "Dang"
Diamonds going bling, Sexyy Red be going insane
**** get with me and they always tryna save
Do you really love me, baby? Put it off on them grave
Me and my bitches twin, 'cause me and my bitches, we the same
I do what I want to, baby, I ain't got no shame
**** on my bumper tryna give a bitch that brain
I'm a big dog, I can teach you hoes some game
Hoes can't sit with us 'cause I can tell you bitches lame
Hoes talking shit gon' make me pull up with the gang
If I had a dick, I'd pull it out and let it swang
Gangsta-ass bitch and you already know my name (It's Sexyy)
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches
I hang with them pretty bitches, no silly bitches
The hottest in the city bitches, ten bands for some titty bitches
Them rich bitches, the thickest bitches, It bitches
Them lit bitches, the "we know we the shit" bitches