Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
I got my body Hermès
F*ck around put you in Hermès
Baby long as you don't hurt me
Stay with me don't desert me
Don't desert me
I'm off the drink vision blurry
She reppin JDC oh
She got a JDC jersey
Damn my hoe so curvy oh
She hop on that dick and start swirling
Rockin all black Darth Vader
And my money long, like a alligator
Rick Owens and Balenci I'm layered
Top floor goin up the f*ckin elevator
Take this lil bitch to my lair
Sip on red wine and then I slay her
Then I slay her
Then I, babygirl tell me right now is you ready
Where we going, we can't go back
Lifestyle gettin so so much better
I can turn up on a Monday
Goin too fast them boys can't catch up
I'm in the lead by a hundred
Now they takin my swag I'm fed up
Still don't know how to rock it
She eat it up yea like Hibachi
And I dress like I'm Itachi
I don't say much like I'm Sasuke
She sucked my soul like the Conjuring
We in Sin City by Bally's
Hit that bih right in my driveway
Sippin my potion finna fly away
My diamond different colors like Trollis
No I don't really do parties
I rather count up alone by myself
I got some gin and some tonic
Sippin with my lil vibe right here
We goin live, we goin live, we goin live, yea
Two thirty-five, still gon slide, she still gon slide, yea
All my hoes come through for Xeno
Tell me what's the word, just hit my phone
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
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Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
I got my body Hermès
F*ck around put you in Hermès
Baby long as you don't hurt me
Stay with me don't desert me
Don't desert me
I'm off the drink vision blurry
She reppin JDC oh
She got a JDC jersey
Damn my hoe so curvy oh
She hop on that dick and start swirling
Rockin all black Darth Vader
And my money long, like a alligator
Rick Owens and Balenci I'm layered
Top floor goin up the f*ckin elevator
Take this lil bitch to my lair
Sip on red wine and then I slay her
Then I slay her
Then I, babygirl tell me right now is you ready
Where we going, we can't go back
Lifestyle gettin so so much better
I can turn up on a Monday
Goin too fast them boys can't catch up
I'm in the lead by a hundred
Now they takin my swag I'm fed up
Still don't know how to rock it
She eat it up yea like Hibachi
And I dress like I'm Itachi
I don't say much like I'm Sasuke
She sucked my soul like the Conjuring
We in Sin City by Bally's
Hit that bih right in my driveway
Sippin my potion finna fly away
My diamond different colors like Trollis
No I don't really do parties
I rather count up alone by myself
I got some gin and some tonic
Sippin with my lil vibe right here
We goin live, we goin live, we goin live, yea
Two thirty-five, still gon slide, she still gon slide, yea
All my hoes come through for Xeno
Tell me what's the word, just hit my phone
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it yea yea
What's the word
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
I got my body Hermès
F*ck around put you in Hermès
Baby long as you don't hurt me
Stay with me don't desert me
Don't desert me
I'm off the drink vision blurry
She reppin JDC oh
She got a JDC jersey
Damn my hoe so curvy oh
She hop on that dick and start swirling
Rockin all black Darth Vader
And my money long, like a alligator
Rick Owens and Balenci I'm layered
Top floor goin up the f*ckin elevator
Take this lil bitch to my lair
Sip on red wine and then I slay her
Then I slay her
Then I, babygirl tell me right now is you ready
Where we going, we can't go back
Lifestyle gettin so so much better
I can turn up on a Monday
Goin too fast them boys can't catch up
I'm in the lead by a hundred
Now they takin my swag I'm fed up
Still don't know how to rock it
She eat it up yea like Hibachi
And I dress like I'm Itachi
I don't say much like I'm Sasuke
She sucked my soul like the Conjuring
We in Sin City by Bally's
Hit that bih right in my driveway
Sippin my potion finna fly away
My diamond different colors like Trollis
No I don't really do parties
I rather count up alone by myself
I got some gin and some tonic
Sippin with my lil vibe right here
We goin live, we goin live, we goin live, yea
Two thirty-five, still gon slide, she still gon slide, yea
All my hoes come through for Xeno
Tell me what's the word, just hit my phone
Yea what's the word bout it
Yea, what's the word
Oh no, I ain't bout to worry bout it
I'ma leave it right there for the birds
Oh Lord I'm gettin to swervin
Oh Lord this bitch is perfect
But I know they ain't worth it
She want a bag but is you worthy
Writer: Dwayne Williams
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