[Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me
[Verse 1] Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (Wow, Yeah) Bought a, BM, then I, crashed it (Skrrt, What?) Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards! (Duh, Woah) Pretty, bitch, breaking, your heart (Haha, Yeah) I'mma just handle my business Bitch get off my diznick Want to, but you can't hit this (Ugh) Stand out, so you can't miss this (Huh) FOMO, you don't wanna miss this (Yeah) I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas (Yeah) Wishlist, gift this Pussy on a hitlist, yummy! (Yummy) Eat it like it's breakfast Every nigga got me on they checklist Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection Bad bitches know if I present this Cars always tinted Why is your wig always lifted? I don't know! You a broke a nigga then I can't go Nails so long, nigga I can't roll Yeah you wanna fuck, but I call him bro Haha
[Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me
[Verse 2] I get six figures for a concert (Yeah) You need to blend more fix your contour Your bitch ain't bad she a eyesore Truth hurts, baby you should lie more (Bitch) It's always the basic bitches with the most to say If I press the button we gonna send him outer space Give me that plate, I just motherfuckin' ate (Ate) No he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day And he go down under, g'day mate! I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date Spend it, spend it Louis, Chanel Balenci, Botega Sendin' the mail Kendress, bundles Pay for my nails (Yeah) Spending, numbers He said this isn't fair I said kiss it right there I need it right now If you can't butt it down then I'm leaving you here
[Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me
[Outro] Uh, alright Uh, alright Uh, alright Ooh, let's rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
