[Intro: Doja Cat]
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Best friend, best friend
[Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie]
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car (Alright), she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
[Verse 1: Saweetie]
Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessiе?
Fresh blow out, skin on ten, ooh, she rеady
Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end
I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend
She been down since the jellies and the bobos
Now we steppin' out the Jeep in Manolos
When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy
If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (Pop-pop-pop)
I hit her phone with the tea, like, "Bitch, guess what?
All the rich-ass boys wanna fuck on us!"
All this ass sittin' up, you could look, don't touch
In our bag, bussin' bands every time we link up
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Real, real, real, real
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Best friend, best friend
[Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie]
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car (Alright), she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
[Verse 1: Saweetie]
Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessiе?
Fresh blow out, skin on ten, ooh, she rеady
Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end
I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend
She been down since the jellies and the bobos
Now we steppin' out the Jeep in Manolos
When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy
If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (Pop-pop-pop)
I hit her phone with the tea, like, "Bitch, guess what?
All the rich-ass boys wanna fuck on us!"
All this ass sittin' up, you could look, don't touch
In our bag, bussin' bands every time we link up
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