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Yeah, yeah
You know what I like (Yeah)
If you don't then you should by now
You know what I'm saying
I can tell you though
First thing first
Like sassy bitches (Uh, huh)
Y'all too much
Harass these bitches
And she'n too much
Trying to pass them digits
Going thru her phone
Just smashing widgets, Uh huh
Got a ass like her momma
Thank God for Bridget (Yeah, thank God)
Petite lil vibe
Lil ass and titties (Damn)
She 'Make My Day'
Like Coi Leray
So I think that y'all know
Where I'm going with this one
I like sassy bitches
I like flashy bitches (Yeah, yeah)
You know the ones
Sittin' up counting that money
Gettin' cashy
Bitches (Cash, damn)
I like sassy bitches
I like flashy bitches (Uh, huh)
You know the ones
Sittin' up counting them hunnids
Them cashy
Bitches
Yeah, I like sassy bitches
Huh
She counting them hunnids
Fifities yeah
She gettin' them racks
Them digits, yeah
(Yeah)
Type to turn a damn five to a ten
Ten turn to a motherfuckin' twenty
Twenty turn to a motherfuckin'
Thirty
Whip that ten
And thought that bit' was a birdie
Feel like Kanye nigga
We ain't slaving (Nah)
New age
Nigga yeah we raving
I heard that the world
Need saving (Huh?)
Now I guess it's Fornite
Pickaxe
Chop shit
Lorax
Cut me
No slack
Hoodrich
Did that
Might catch me on some jiggin'
Shit
Never catch me choppin'