Cha Cha Cha GloRilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label

[Intro: GloRilla]
(Dee B got that)
Woo, woo, woo
Hey, uh

[Chorus: GloRilla]
I ain't got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta
My man, my man, my man, that boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac' on me, I make that bitch sing, "La-la-la" (La-la-la)
Slide down on the opps and make 'em do the cha-cha-cha
This my shit, I'm 'bout to come up out this heel (Uh, yeah)
Fuckin' on your ho 'cause I like how it feel (Uh, yeah)
That boy can't leave me 'lone and that's just what it is (Uh, yeah)
In this Hellcat, I let Jesus take the wheel (Skrrt)
Hmm, cha-cha-cha, do the cha-cha-cha (cha-cha-cha)
Try to run up on me, all you hear is, "Fah-fah-fah" (Boom, boom)
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, do the cha-cha-cha
Uh, hit it

[Verse 1: GloRilla & FIvio Foreign]
Left foot, now, y'all (Move to the left), right foot, left stomp (Stomp)
Now, hop one time (Hop), while I hit this blunt (Shh)
Two opps this time (Got two of 'em), got them hoes twinnin' (Twinnin')
Big Glo gon' shine (Big Glo gon' shine), them hood hoes winnin' (We winnin')
I was broke in the beginnin' (Yup)
Going to church when I was sinnin' (Damn)
Smokin' loud after service (Shh)
I be gettin' bitches nervous (Nervous)
Got your nigga in my DM (Read), know I'm fuckin', I ain't a virgin (Huh)
Bitch, please, I could have served him (Ha)
Better be happy I curved him (Woo)
"Cha-cha-cha-cha," when we slide on an opp
"Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah," fires jumping out the car (Grrah, boom)
Granny told me, "Get that money first," (Uh) while she put it in her bra (Woo)
Mama told me not to trust a nigga far as I can see 'em, they ain't far (Hey)
I ain't no soccer mama, he gon' have to Hellcat me
If you love me, eat me out inside this SRT (Skrrt)
If you miss me, then don't text me, Cash App me (Give me that)
Do the cha-cha in this pussy while you ass slap it