We arrive at the venue so faded, been wasted all day at the house They knew we were coming so when we roll up they roll red carpets out Anyone with a problem gets texted we're here, now we seen 'em duck out We're twenty-five deep and we're not on the list but they give us a bottle of booze and a couch Welcome to Beverly Hills where all of the bitches are badder They wanna know how we all feel but fuck anybody who's asking This is the come up, fuck your two cents dawg, I don't need your pennies They're all tryna dodge us like they came with tennis They're pourin' their 40's, we're spillin' our Henney Yeah, bitches bust it open like a piggy bank Married to the money, call it wedding cake Smokin' on the hookah 'til the Swisher blown All these B's in the trap selling honeycombs (Turn up, turn up) turn up, what's love got to do with it? No Tina Turner Shot, shot, shot, shots, Wolf in the club, I think he brought his burner We in the cut and when we hit the crib then I got hoes in my mouth I eat the pussy 'til that pussy rich, I don't pay for that shit I got gold in my mouth Hey, it's your birthday Hey, it's your birthday Hey, grab your girlfriend and we can head to her place Hey, it's your birthday Hey, it's your birthday And your booty means the world, make it earthquake Twerk it for a Birkin Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin Tell her you ain't really work unless you twerkin' for a Birkin Tell her twerk it for a Birkin Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey She a bad bitch, tell her twerk it for a Birkin Twerk it Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl (yeah) Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl (yeah) Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl W-w-we're in the cut with them Styrofoam cups and you already know Champagne on the table, Ciroc on the table Our section is full The bottles are poppin', the booties are poppin', it never gets old Syrup with codeine to slow it down so I can live in the moment, I don't have a cold (Get it) all of my people are here and they gun hands got sun tans From hangin' that shit out the window in Compton, makin' them thugs dance So many rings in my face you might think that I play in a punk band But then you hear one of my songs and everyone is like "goddamn" So many ones in the air you would think we're choppin' down money trees Buckin' like a virgin, I swear that no one can fuck with me Bitches bust it open like we're drinkin' Henney My homies got them clippers like the Staples Center Hey, you a bad bitch Hey, you a bad bitch Hey, got a flask in your purse for the captains Hey, you a bad bitch Hey, you a bad bitch Hey, shake that ass home alone with the cammers Twerk it for a Birkin Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin Tell her you ain't really work unless you twerkin' for a Birkin Tell her twerk it for a Birkin Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey She a bad bitch, tell her twerk it for a Birkin Twerk it, yeah My team live by the gun like it's renting a room in our building My team live in the club like there ain't no such thing as eviction My team throwin' them ones in the air and we not at the strippers My team is wildin' out up on the stage, we don't ever buy tickets Hey, you a booty hoe Hey, you a booty hoe Hey, bring you back to the crib and get a nudey show Hey, you a booty hoe Hey, you a booty hoe Hey, catch a dick in your mouth and your booty, hoe Twerk it for a Birkin Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin Tell her you ain't really work unless you twerkin' for a Birkin Tell her twerk it for a Birkin Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey She a bad bitch, tell her twerk it for a Birkin Twerk it Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl (yeah) Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl (yeah) Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl (yeah) Throw that booty, throw that booty, throw that booty girl