Rita Prettifun

[Verse 1]
(Pretti)
Jewels on my body, this shit lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance, huh
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my bitch is a dime
All that scamming shit don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this shit through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together ‘fo I hop in
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me Prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either-or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like [?], huh
Darkskin, lightskin, fuck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow