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DJ hubithekid
Bitch, I walk into the club
Designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap
Count it up, count it up
Walk into the store
Bitch, I be buying hella clothes
This hoe be bumping all my songs
Let's shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour
Mama, he dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X when I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo
Yeah, I hit her flip phone when she up all alone
Other bitches get goin', I got up on my own
All I see is hella green, bitch, my wallet can't fold
Y'all will know what I mean when you get this cold
Bitch, we countin' up, we spend the bucks
Designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to fuck, I fill my cup
I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand
When I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band
Or three or four, walk out the store
Bitch, we countin' up, we spend the bucks
Designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to fuck, I fill my cup
I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand
When I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band
Or three or four, walk out the store
Posted up with my bros
Designer drugs, designer clothes
Off the pills, can't get enough
Popped two more, bitch, double up
When we walk into the party
All these hoes be shoutin', "What the fuck?"
Keep your bitch on leash
She said she wants me, begs me to pull up
Money comin' in, got five missed calls, bitch, I'm countin' up
Walk into the function, throw a party, place got all fucked up
Bloody nose stay runny, snort few lines, need another one
Fab in this bitch, we so fly, you can't party like us
Posted up with my bros
Designer drugs, designer clothes
Off the pills, can't get enough
Popped two more, bitch, double up
When we walk into the party
All these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"
Keep your bitch on leash
She said she wants me, begs me to pull up
Bitch, I walk into the club
Designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap
Count it up, count it up
Walk into the store
Bitch, I be buying hella clothes
This hoe be bumping all my songs
Let's shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour
Mama, he dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X when I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo, oh