歌词
Chorus
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Verse 1
Fancy, classy, rich, nasty Wow, Yeah
Bought a, BM, then I, crashed it Skrrt, What
Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards Duh, Woah
Pretty, bitch, breaking, your heart Haha, Yeah
I'mma just handle my business
Bitch get off my diznick
Want to, but you can't hit this Ugh
Stand out, so you can't miss this Huh
FOMO, you don't wanna miss this Yeah
I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas Yeah
Wishlist, gift this
Pussy on a hitlist, yummy Yummy
Eat it like it's brеakfast
Every nigga got me on they chеcklist
Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection
Bad bitches know if I present this
Cars always tinted
Why is your wig always lifted
I don't know
You a broke a nigga then I can't go
Nails so long, nigga I can't roll
Yeah you wanna ****, but I call him bro
Haha
Chorus
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You go' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Verse 2
I get six figures for a concert Yeah
You need to blend more fix your contour
Your bitch ain't bad she a eyesore
Truth hurts, baby you should lie more Bitch
It's always the basic bitches with the most to say
If I press the button we gonna send him outer space
Give me that plate, I just mother****in' ate Ate
No he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day
And he go down under, g'day mate
I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date
Spend it, spend it
Louis, Chanel
Balenci, Botega
Sendin' the mail
Kendress, bundles
Pay for my nails Yeah
Spending, numbers
He said this isn't fair
I said kiss it right there
I need it right now
If you can't butt it down then I'm leaving you here
Chorus
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You go' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Outro
Uh, alright
Uh, alright
Uh, alright
Ooh, let's ride
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