Sections Hurricane Chris (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
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[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
All my bitches drive Beemer Benz
I only fuck with nines and tens
Yeah, it's only bad bitches in my section
And some niggas from the section
(Woah, woah, yay-yay, yeah)
From the section, from the section
(Woah, woah, yay-yay, yeah)
Yeah, it's only bad bitches in my section
And some niggas from the section
[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]
Bad bitches over here
Come her, girl, let me tell me something in your ear
Pockets on full, got a lot of cash
Lil' mama say she wanna kick it, karate class
You can tell I'm a boss, I ain't gotta brag
Hit the mall like a dog, I be poppin' tags
T-Y Dolla $ign, Hurricane Chris
Shoot stick at your chick and I can't miss
Tell the waitress I need more bottles
And pass me some water so I can roll harder
Standin' on a couch in a VIP
Hoes takin' on the clothes, yeah, we got freaks
Got a yellow bone bitch, lookin' hella fine
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, nigga, never mind
Quarter million dollar whip sittin' outside
And when I get in that bed, I be goin' live, yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
All my bitches drive Beemer Benz
I only fuck with nines and tens
Yeah, it's only bad bitches in my section
And some niggas from the section
(Woah, woah, yay-yay, yeah)
From the section, from the section
(Woah, woah, yay-yay, yeah)
Yeah, it's only bad bitches in my section
And some niggas from the section
[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]
Bad bitches over here
Come her, girl, let me tell me something in your ear
Pockets on full, got a lot of cash
Lil' mama say she wanna kick it, karate class
You can tell I'm a boss, I ain't gotta brag
Hit the mall like a dog, I be poppin' tags
T-Y Dolla $ign, Hurricane Chris
Shoot stick at your chick and I can't miss
Tell the waitress I need more bottles
And pass me some water so I can roll harder
Standin' on a couch in a VIP
Hoes takin' on the clothes, yeah, we got freaks
Got a yellow bone bitch, lookin' hella fine
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, nigga, never mind
Quarter million dollar whip sittin' outside
And when I get in that bed, I be goin' live, yeah
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