[Intro: Halle, Ella Fitzgerald & Dollaz]
La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
It's cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got, it's my man
(La-da-da-da-da)
Cold and wet, tired you bet (La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da)
But all that I soon forget with my man
La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da (Yo)
[Verse: Dollaz]
These bitches so li-da, da-di dumb
Got the pump, get ya shoes, lil' bitch, you better run (I'm comin')
If you bitches out of time then I'm tickin' with the timer
If you can't find ya bitch, use the iPhone finder (Finder, finder)
Do you see me?
Nah, lil' nigga, is you dumb, is you kiddin' me?
You bitches see me in the stu', now y'all want the recipe
I'm 'bout to start milkin' you hoes without the titties (What?)
She a heffer, shе a loser
Bitch, pipe down, yo' music nevеr even blew up
Thumbs down, add it up, I'ma have to subtract her
All these bitches all fried up, I think they need to catch up
You hoes ain't runnin' up, go get you a check
Why she fakin' for the internet, you fuckin' for that?
How the fuck you really father but you sittin' in my sack?
Y'all some wannabe Barbie's, bitch, I really am a Brat
Bitch, I had to laugh
Who the fuck said these bitches is hot but never is?
Who the fuck told these bitches they poppin' but never did?
Anything that she copy, she doin' it with consent
(Ha, ha) You bitches livin' door to door
(Uh, uh) I can't take it no more
'Cause you bitches is a bore, is you beggin' for a snore?
Bada bing, bada boom on a beat, boing, boing
La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
It's cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got, it's my man
(La-da-da-da-da)
Cold and wet, tired you bet (La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da)
But all that I soon forget with my man
La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da (Yo)
[Verse: Dollaz]
These bitches so li-da, da-di dumb
Got the pump, get ya shoes, lil' bitch, you better run (I'm comin')
If you bitches out of time then I'm tickin' with the timer
If you can't find ya bitch, use the iPhone finder (Finder, finder)
Do you see me?
Nah, lil' nigga, is you dumb, is you kiddin' me?
You bitches see me in the stu', now y'all want the recipe
I'm 'bout to start milkin' you hoes without the titties (What?)
She a heffer, shе a loser
Bitch, pipe down, yo' music nevеr even blew up
Thumbs down, add it up, I'ma have to subtract her
All these bitches all fried up, I think they need to catch up
You hoes ain't runnin' up, go get you a check
Why she fakin' for the internet, you fuckin' for that?
How the fuck you really father but you sittin' in my sack?
Y'all some wannabe Barbie's, bitch, I really am a Brat
Bitch, I had to laugh
Who the fuck said these bitches is hot but never is?
Who the fuck told these bitches they poppin' but never did?
Anything that she copy, she doin' it with consent
(Ha, ha) You bitches livin' door to door
(Uh, uh) I can't take it no more
'Cause you bitches is a bore, is you beggin' for a snore?
Bada bing, bada boom on a beat, boing, boing
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