[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Ain' that DJ Chose over there?)
One shot, two shot (Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Three shot, keep goin'
[Chorus]
Know a bitch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Bitch, I'm bad)
I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy)
Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Tax)
I get to bussin' at these bitches, keep it ratchet
One shot for the bad bitches (One shot for the bad bitches)
Two shots if you sippin' Don Ju'
One shot for the niggas keep the bag with 'em (Niggas keep the bag with 'em)
And two shots if your bankroll blue (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Lil' bitch I'm gettin' money, give a fuck about no drama
'Fore I add a bitch online, I'ma add another comma (Yeah)
I might hit up KOD and throw like a 30K in dollars (Throw it all)
I ain't trippin', ain't no limit, blew that shit on this designer, uh
All you niggas should relax 'cause my niggas keep a MAC and they gon' use it (They gon' use it)
Say she with the shit, she gotta prove it (Yeah)
Look at how these bitches wave ridin', I'm the blue print
Now I got these bitches real mad, niggas choosin' (Niggas choosin')
Ayy, strippers in the section, poppin' bottles straight flexin' (Ayy)
I don't need a nigga ever, this a hunnid on my necklace (This a hunnid on my chain, bitch)
This that new season Bottega, this expensive ass steppin'
Ayy, let me post up on the 'Gram 'cause that's the only thing she checkin' (On God)
(Ain' that DJ Chose over there?)
One shot, two shot (Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Three shot, keep goin'
[Chorus]
Know a bitch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Bitch, I'm bad)
I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy)
Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Tax)
I get to bussin' at these bitches, keep it ratchet
One shot for the bad bitches (One shot for the bad bitches)
Two shots if you sippin' Don Ju'
One shot for the niggas keep the bag with 'em (Niggas keep the bag with 'em)
And two shots if your bankroll blue (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Lil' bitch I'm gettin' money, give a fuck about no drama
'Fore I add a bitch online, I'ma add another comma (Yeah)
I might hit up KOD and throw like a 30K in dollars (Throw it all)
I ain't trippin', ain't no limit, blew that shit on this designer, uh
All you niggas should relax 'cause my niggas keep a MAC and they gon' use it (They gon' use it)
Say she with the shit, she gotta prove it (Yeah)
Look at how these bitches wave ridin', I'm the blue print
Now I got these bitches real mad, niggas choosin' (Niggas choosin')
Ayy, strippers in the section, poppin' bottles straight flexin' (Ayy)
I don't need a nigga ever, this a hunnid on my necklace (This a hunnid on my chain, bitch)
This that new season Bottega, this expensive ass steppin'
Ayy, let me post up on the 'Gram 'cause that's the only thing she checkin' (On God)
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