Music: Joseph Badejo/Garland Jhamar Jean/Linus Wüstefeld
(Gvrlnd!, I'm rockin' with this one)
[Chorus]
Yeah, baby, bend it over, bust it over
She like me, so she gon' give me cat like Doja
I got hoes on hoes, she think I'm young like Lola
I like you but, babygirl, I gots to know ya
Baby, back it up, is it real or what?
I don't really give a ****, 'cause it's big enough
Outside in L.A., girl, you In n Out
She told me you got bitches in your face, girl, you trippin' out
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a bad bitch getter, she cold like the winter
I like my girl chocolate, I lick her like vanilla
I'm a trackstar, I got ten gyal in the sprinter
My bitch got a bitch, I got two for one for dinner
I'm a bad bitch getter, she cold like the winter
I like my girl chocolate, I lick her like vanilla
I'm a trackstar, I got ten gyal in the sprinter
My bitch got a bitch, I got two for one for dinner
[Verse]
Yeah, she said her love language Apple Pay and Cash App
Her ass go up and down like the NASDAQ
And my bitch bad-bad, many bitches mad-mad
Yeah, heard you got an itch for me, lil' baby, let me scratch that
She like, "Boy, do you adore me?"
Get more Dior for my shorty, she get horny
Said you a freak, babygirl, you gotta show me
Like how you did it right there, I need more, please
Remember she used to ignore me
Now these whips and these chips got her horny
Girl stop ****in' with niggas that's corny
I'ma take you from the bleachers to the floor seats
[Chorus]
Baby, bend it over, bust it over
She like me so she gon' give me cat like Doja
I got hoes on hoes, she think I'm young like Lola
I like you but, babygirl, I gots to know ya
Baby, back it up, is it real or what?
I don't really give a ****, 'cause it's big enough
Outside in L.A., girl, you In n Out
She told me you got bitches in your face, girl, you trippin' out
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a bad bitch getter, she cold like the winter
I like my girl chocolate, I lick her like vanilla
I'm a trackstar, I got ten gyal in the sprinter
My bitch got a bitch, I got two for one for dinner
I'm a bad bitch getter, she cold like the winter
I like my girl chocolate, I lick her like vanilla
I'm a trackstar, I got ten gyal in the sprinter
My bitch got a bitch, I got two for one for dinner
[Outro]
That's your problem, you look like wolfjayjoeyy, that's how I know 'cause he be in his feelings, nigga
Now relax yourself and greet yourself at the door before you come talkin' to me