Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah (right, yeah)
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
This - hit better than yours
This -, this better than yours
Come eat me out my drawers
Go 'head, baby, swipe your card
Bitch, you better go hard
This - hit better than yours
This -, this better than yours (yeah)
She bounce it around, and she pokin' it out
She surf on the money, she wavy (she wavy)
Bend that shit over and look in his eyes
Go tell that lil' nigga to pay me (pay up)
Throw that ass like you Brady (Brady)
Blow a bag like you vapin' (blow it)
Pop it like some fireworks, I'm a popstar like I'm Katy (poppin')
Superman, no savin' (uh)
Simon says you should pay me (pay up)
We twerkin' ass on a private jet, and he took us all on vacation (yeah)
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (yeah)
This - hit better than yours (yeah)
This -, this better than yours (yeah)
Come eat me out my drawers (yeah)
Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah)
Bitch, you better go hard (yeah)
This - hit better than yours (yeah)
This -, this better than yours (yeah)
Hol' on, nah, come here, don't you run from me
I'm on top of yo' ass like a bumblebee
Stabbin' it back-to-back, I know you lovin' me
Good girls, bring all fives to the yard (ooh)
For the slime, bitch, you better go hard (ooh)
Got hos throwin' ass up in front of my car
Bet' not waste my time, better play your part
And the way that girl twerk, shake earth, my God
Bitch got a body, so foreign, she exotic
They gon' stop and start watchin' when she go to pop it
Wanna know how she got it, she tell everybody
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah)
This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah)
This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah)
Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah)
Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah)
This - hit better than yours (yeah)
This -, this better than yours
Make him spend it, he a trick, I'ma make him blow it
Lil' ass, but I'ma keep on twerkin' (let's go)
Brand-new titties, come see 'em in person
Shoutout my surgeon (oh-yeah)
Broke niggas make me nervous (nervous), uh
He ain't throwin' dubs, then his pockets hurtin' (uh)
Cut a nigga off 'cause that shit wasn't workin'
My brothers got Glocks and bitch, I got purses
You bitches is pussy, you know I ain't worried
You bitches can't dress, you know I ain't worried
You bitches can't rap, you know I ain't worried
Get in the booth, you know I ain't worried, bitch
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah)
This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah)
This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah)
Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah)
Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah)
This - hit better than yours (yeah)
This -, this better than yours (yeah)