Letras
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock rock, rock
I'm in this bitch, know that we lit Whole lot of bitches be out to the strip
Put in that work and my money gon' flip Talk about money, you ain't touch a brick
These niggas funny but act like a bitch Hundreds on hundreds, I'm making it flip
Brand new whip, it's a beamer Imported, my money get rich
Chopper soakin, leave you drenched La fromage, we speakin' French
T.Y.B, I'll take your bitch Smoking sour, love the stench
Got a honey, she a ten Poppin' bottles in the clinch
It's a party, bring your friends London shorty wanna dance
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Slide with the squad, pull up with geeks Shorty with glasses, she look like a freak
She tell me she down, I told her come eat She loving the text and I said it's a fleece
Yeah, yeah, girl, I sent you in my mission Can't wait to make you my misses
Come back, now I miss your kisses But darling, though, I got confessions
Girl, I'm hotter than omission While I'm all up in ya ocean
Your friend all on me, give me kisses oh shit