[Chorus]
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
I don't like nobody, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
I don't like nobody, I don't like nobody
[Verse 1]
What up? What up? You ain't fazin' me
You know pussy run the show, VIP
I's a pretty young thing, call it P.Y.T
Got these bitches all mad, on the M-A-D
If the money ain't there, got to B-Y-E
S-sorry little mama got to G2G
Got a price on his head for the E-Y-E
I'm settin' bombs on these niggas, y'all can D-I-E, uh
Hood bitch, fashion would adore me
I does what I do, all y'all sucka bitches corny
I don't like the style so you move kinda phony
And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B.I.T.C.H., bitch
Rather be a whore than be known as a snitch
Rather die for honor and dig my own ditch
I'm a girl from the street on my Hollywood shit
Zenon the Zequel, little Spanish flavor
Left home at sixteen, I been stackin' paper
See, I been on my grind and I been gettin' paid
17 was the year, you know the checks that I made?
I think I had it comin', since 18 I was ready
I had swag like Escobar, straight down from the ghetty
Pinky finger, I don't wanna be a pop star
Ring finger, wanna pull up in a fast car
Middle finger in the air, fuck you
Trigger finger ready, ain't nowhere to run to
Pointer finger but you never point a finger
Rap green thumb, you know Wavy do deliver
Malibu Barbie and I was a Theresa
Baby Spanish fly, East Side señorita
I be cuttin' checks like it was a pizza
You know how I do, boricua Lolita
I'm a bad girl and I take what I want
That's your baby papi callin' and he tryna eat it up
You call my friend and he say what's what
And if he get paid then you know I get a cut
Wavy always get a cut
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Like to smoke alone and I don't like soda
Carbonate a fifth, use a day-old cola
Don't like carbs and I don't like calories
Like my salad green with the top-grade celery
Skinny little bitch, got your favorite nigga fannin' me
He my side nigga, know these niggas ain't a man to me
Know these niggas ain't a man to me
Uh, uh, uh
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
I don't like nobody, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
Versace hottie, I don't like nobody
I don't like nobody, I don't like nobody
[Verse 1]
What up? What up? You ain't fazin' me
You know pussy run the show, VIP
I's a pretty young thing, call it P.Y.T
Got these bitches all mad, on the M-A-D
If the money ain't there, got to B-Y-E
S-sorry little mama got to G2G
Got a price on his head for the E-Y-E
I'm settin' bombs on these niggas, y'all can D-I-E, uh
Hood bitch, fashion would adore me
I does what I do, all y'all sucka bitches corny
I don't like the style so you move kinda phony
And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B.I.T.C.H., bitch
Rather be a whore than be known as a snitch
Rather die for honor and dig my own ditch
I'm a girl from the street on my Hollywood shit
Zenon the Zequel, little Spanish flavor
Left home at sixteen, I been stackin' paper
See, I been on my grind and I been gettin' paid
17 was the year, you know the checks that I made?
I think I had it comin', since 18 I was ready
I had swag like Escobar, straight down from the ghetty
Pinky finger, I don't wanna be a pop star
Ring finger, wanna pull up in a fast car
Middle finger in the air, fuck you
Trigger finger ready, ain't nowhere to run to
Pointer finger but you never point a finger
Rap green thumb, you know Wavy do deliver
Malibu Barbie and I was a Theresa
Baby Spanish fly, East Side señorita
I be cuttin' checks like it was a pizza
You know how I do, boricua Lolita
I'm a bad girl and I take what I want
That's your baby papi callin' and he tryna eat it up
You call my friend and he say what's what
And if he get paid then you know I get a cut
Wavy always get a cut
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Like to smoke alone and I don't like soda
Carbonate a fifth, use a day-old cola
Don't like carbs and I don't like calories
Like my salad green with the top-grade celery
Skinny little bitch, got your favorite nigga fannin' me
He my side nigga, know these niggas ain't a man to me
Know these niggas ain't a man to me
Uh, uh, uh
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