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Yeah
Look, I'm that B-I-T-C-H. West Coast, baby
Cruising down PCH
From the Bay to the A, they all know my name
If you want to get with me, show me that you're here to stay
OK
What you working with
Show me what you working with
Need me a big boy who knows what his purpose is
Walk it like you talk it
Prove that you deserving it
If your bank account match your mouth, you can murder it
I don't know what you heard about me
But I'm a pretty little thing
And I do what I please
I like to go on shopping sprees
No limit, baby
Can you match my energy
Show me, show me, show me, show me
Boy, show me you can handle me if you
Want to put your hands on me
Show me, show me, you really love me
I don't want it coming out your mouth
Show me what you're all about
Show me, show me, you really love me
I don't need a man to help me out
I just want someone to hold me down
Show me, show me, you really need me
All those lies I've already heard
Pretty face sitting in my BMW
Always in first place, never been number two
Sorry, I don't take L's, only take W's
Boss bitch with the chips, focus on the money moves
Low key, pose for a fee
Hoes hate me because I stay drama free
I run shit, shit don't run me
I can never let a broke boy try to touch me
I get attention, did I mention
Cognac seats match the caramel complexion
Such a blessing, straight from heaven
Show me that you got what I'm missing
Show me, show me, show me, show me
Boy, show me you can handle me, if you
Want to put your hands on me
Show me, show me, you really love me
I don't want it coming out your mouth
Show me what you're all about
You're all about
Show me, show me, you really love me
I don't need a man to help me out
I just want someone to hold me down
Show me, show me, you really need me
Show me, show me, show me, show me