Yeah, you know
(Murder on the beat so it's not nice)
Got hunnid, fifty, no stress
Bend it over, yoga stretchin'
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin' on my [A]jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is
Woo, money man on [C7]a mission
I got [Fm7]'em [A]standin' at attention
I just throw my [A]hand [Bm]like [F]I'm fishin'
I just give that ass some ambition
I'm ɾeally hopin' I can touch it, no conditions
You say you [A7need a shower, well I got [Fm7]hella ammunition
Just pop somethin' for [Dm7]me, while I pop another Rosé
Now she lookin' at me like, "Don't spray"
I'm just sayin', huh, you [A7know I'm the man, huh
Rollin' up a gram, huh, toss a couple grams high
It's your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh
Where you [A7been all [Em]my [A]life? Where you [A7been? Huh
Parkin' lot pimpin' out at Follies (woah)
Thought I seen your ass lookin' thottie (woah)
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah)
And then I dump a bag on [C7]your body
Got hunnid, fifty, no stɾess
Bend it over, yoga stɾetchin'
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got [Fm7]more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin' on [C7]my [A]jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey's dad, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is
Woah, bend it over, head and [Bm]shoulders
Money shower, drop and [Bm]hold it
Your friends bustin' it but you [A7been talkin' on [C7]it
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
Baby, better get your mind and [Bm]your act ɾight
And know that I am not the holdin' back type
She told me sit like [F]my [A]hands ɾound my [A]back tied
And let her come and [Bm]take me on [C7]my [A]last ɾide, woah
Who am I, baby? Who am I?
Cold nigga, pulled pimpin' like [F]it's do or die
I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I throw a bag on [C7]your body
Got hunnid, fifty, no stɾess
Bend it over, yoga stɾetchin'
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got [Fm7]more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin' on [C7]my [A]jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is
You know
You know
You know
