Woah
Bitch, don't play with me
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, don't play with me
Go ahead, fuck me on that money
Bitch, don't play with me
Fuck me on that money
Bitch, bend over
Make it clap
Church on Sunday
They can't fuck with me
I know it, they literally tried
I told her I don't fuck with her
She looked at me and she literally cried
You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die
Bitch, you mad at me?
I tried to tell you I'm literally fried
How are you mad at me?
Pulled up, illiterate vibe
Bitches bad built
Fat ass, match no thighs
You can't get fly like me
Way I do it, a literal crime
You is not my type
Yeah, you could be in a little bit of time
Heart colder than ice
She like ice, no spice
I can say it twice
About to pull off a heist
Moving with a pipe
I can get them bags in for lower on the price
I can-
Woah
Bitch, don't play with me
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, don't play with me
Go ahead, fuck me on that money
Bitch, don't play with me
Fuck me on that money
Bitch, bend over
Make it clap
Church on Sunday
They can't fuck with me
I know it, they literally tried
I told her I don't fuck with her
She looked at me and she literally cried
You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die
Bitch, you mad at me?
I tried to tell you I'm literally fried
