Lyrics: Conquest Tony Phillips/Hailee Olivia Williams
Music: Livingston Matthews/Hailee Olivia Williams
Cop bags on bags on bags, spend a bag
Got my hands on whip
One hand on my bitch, other hand on my chips
We'll send this bitch up and it's gon' swing steel
All y'all Mr. Me Too **** been on my dick for years
Got me all over they moodboard, tryna get like this
That's why my **** like to shine, spend it all on they kids
Play mine, **** around, find out you're tryna get
Library full of ****, look good (**** all that shit), damn
The vehicle moves without no feelings
V12 engine
Love is prettier in pink, I tripled it
Tell them that I'm on the beat, go 'head
Need a big-ass bankroll
Big-ass bankroll, yeah
(Look alive)
No more handouts
Or soft patches, y'all all can't exist
On dry land pointin' at lost mattresses
This square bitch homie tried to cross by the Ritz
Damn, get it on, just get down (Damn)
I'ma have to show you why
Get it, mother****er, man, get down
Uh-uh-uh-uh, get down
All my bitches, stand at attention (Stand up, hoes)
When we get into this club, do not be surprised
If all our exes do not learn shit
They all mother****in' know
They all know that I'm that bitch (Listen up, hoes)
Get into it
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin', baby girl, yeah, we okay
My lil' shawty, yeah, we okay
If you love eatin' pussy, yeah, we okay, oddy-oddy-okay
Shout out shawty, she be holdin' it down
Please make sure you clean them nails
Please make sure you clean your grill
Please make sure you got that bail
Please make sure you take that pill
'Fore you come around
If you wasn't in the jam, don't come around
**** got they hands out, now keep 'em out, like damn
Wasn't 'bout a one, you'll jump **** out like damn
Damn, I don't understand
**** switch up like a hot-baked ham
Damn, ain't you a fan? **** do friends?
Ain't got rims
Please don't get no woodgrain steering wheel
**** wanna talk like
Too cool, **** too chill
Please, need a lil' deal
This too real
This ain't no play, lil' shawty, this that real
Shine in the field
Bitches gon' hate, **** gon' tell
Talk to the hand, I need blue hundred bills
Dealin' like Ghost, got my nails on float
Whip like steel, still see the rims
Go old-school, I'ma get them spokes
**** can't chill
Look, lil' baby, lil' shawty, I'ma show you how to do it
Love eatin' pussy, baby, show you how to do it
If your girl eat dirty, then show us how to do it
You, you, and you, shawty, let's get to it
Damn, I'ma keep it real
Damn, you ain't know? ****, **** get down
Quick, mother****in' hop in and ride around