Lyrics
Real recession shit stand up
Cups full of ice in the PM
Got your baby father
On his knees in my DMs
ABDE
I don't see 'em
Made your day's salary
Just the per diem
Like ya ka
Ya ka ka ching
I'm a champion
Give me a ring
I might dance again
Might drop my thing
(Don't drop that)
(Don't drop that)
Too late I did
Get into it
Better throw that dollar
Like you minted it
Better own that spot
Like you've been to it
Better that pop that puss
Like you invented it
I invented popping pussy
I invented dropping low
I invented throwing ass and
I invented the dance floor
I invented weed and liquor
I invented pills to boot
I have copyrighted midnight
And 2:30 AM too
Double D cups
Put your hands up
(Oooh)
Double fisting
Fuck a random
(Oooh)
Sit on that shit
Like he's Santa
(Oooh)
Boutta black out
Like I'm Vanta
Yeah what the fuck you talking bout?
I'm a killer
You can tell just from my potty mouth
I got hotties
I could go on for a happy hour
Hopping on the dick
I go ballistic
On his Eddie Bauer (oops)
In the club like it's 2006
I was not in the club
In 2000 and 6
Get in the car
I've got liquors to mix
I've got a problem a DJ can fix
(It's my pussy)
Sorry mom and dad
I was just vibing
I get high and I get into it
That's how my life went
How my life goes
I'm on track to meet Kygo