Fuck Dat Nigga Quality Control & City Girls

[Verse 1: JT]
Give me the cash, fuck a wedding ring
Put some ice on my neck, cash money watch it bling, bling
Always talkin' 'bout the block hot
But you want a bad bitch in Givenchy socks?
Make the pieces hit or nigga Milly rock
Time up, yeah game over, shot clock
If you ain't got that bread you ain't got a shot
'Cause I'm that bitch, yeah real hot

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
It's Yung Miami and I don't play with niggas
Bitches got jealous cause my pussy real glitter
Pussy nigga come correct, you better have figures
Dropped five racks and my titties got bigger
All y'all hoes be so fake
I been in the game, y'all hoes late (Tardy)
Got your baby daddy beggin' me to eat the cake
JT on the track, we ain't come to play, take off

[Verse 3: JT]
I stay hot and ready like Lil Caesars
I need a nigga who gon' swipe them Visas
Don't breathe on my neck, my back
If you ain't gonna cut that check
If he breakin' bread you better fuck with that nigga
But if he don't you better cut that nigga
Always in my DM's, say I'm stuck up
But when I ask you for something, you say you fucked up, hell nah