
Huh? Huh?
Yeah
Okay, okay, okay
Huh, huh (yeah), huh
I'm racked up, huh, I'm stacked up, okay
Bitch, you broke as hell, you need to back up
Listen, baby
If you got some money, gon' and act up
Shawty, throw your ass up
We ballin' baby, niggas never past us (yeah)
I'm racked up (huh?)
Huh, I'm stacked up, okay
Bitch you broke as hell, you need to back up
Listen, baby (uh)
If you got some money, gon' and act up
Shawty, throw your ass up
We ballin' baby, niggas never past us (go)
I said, "Let me take you home"
Play your favorite song, dance you out your thong
I'm trippin', baby (I'm tweakin')
I said, "Let me put you on"
Mrs. Put It On
Different colored stones, I'm drippin' baby (go)
I'm trippin', ho, I'm different, okay
Pussy fuck nigga, pay attention, yeah
Peanut butter Porsche, get to spinnin' (yeah)
Baby girl, get with it, bitch, I'm ignant
Make you fuckin' wish you didn't
Get me some inches, I give you the business
We like some grannies, we comin' with switches
We lightin' trees up, man, he thought it was Christmas
Flavor of Love and he think I'm delicious
I'm pretty as fuck, but I come from the trenches
I'm just one of them bitches you isn't
You rockin' the benches, I'm makin' decisions
Got some expenses, that's why I'm expensive (okay)
I'm racked up, huh, I'm stacked up, okay
Bitch, you broke as hell, you need to back up
Listen, baby
If you got some money, gon' and act up
Shawty, throw your ass up
We ballin' baby, niggas never past us (yeah)
I said, I said, "Let me take you home"
Play your favorite song, dance you out your thong
I'm trippin,' baby
I said, "Let me put you on"
Mrs. Put It On
Different colored stones, I'm drippin', baby (go)
Oh, my God
Look at this Louis Vuitton jacket
And this Prada hat, it's so fuckin' hard
I'm so broke
How sick to be, wish I was TiaCorine
Oh, my God, I'm gonna throw up
Look at how cool her outfit is and her fuckin' grills
Fuckin' bitch, look