That’s My *** By City Girls
That’s my *** there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
*** boys, *** shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my *** gon’ pay my bill
Want me to grip your *** with two hands (Ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy (Oww)
He gon’ blow a bag just to make me happy (Facts)
He just put me in the Lamb’, I’ma speed fast (Skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat ass
Booty stickin’ out and I ain’t get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your *** givin’ you somethin’, stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his *** out (*** out)
Uh, *** pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich ass ***, *** your cheap ass
That’s my *** there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
*** boys, *** shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my *** gon’ pay my bill
Pull up, sprinter, bad ***
And we ain’t ever gotta pay ’cause we bad ***
In the section with the niggas who got mad riches
Makin’ it rain with their money, takin’ mad pictures
Pretty ***, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
*** juice drippin’ on a *** durag
Best *** need one, I need two bags (Double)
That’s my *** there
One fight, all fight
We don’t play fair, period
That’s my *** there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
*** boys, [gunshells]
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my *** gon’ pay my bill
