Rip me out the plastic, I been actin' brand new
Bitches actin' like they runnin' shit, they really ran through
I'll spend that five hundred 'fore I ever trap you
They thought I was gon' fall off, I hate to bring you bad news
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-07-26T10:35-03:00 - US X2
Rip me out the plastic, I been actin' brand new
Bitches actin' like they runnin' shit, they really ran through
I'll spend that five hundred 'fore I ever trap you
They thought I was gon' fall off, I hate to bring you bad news
Threw so many racks, a bitch can't even see the floor
From Atlanta to L.A., the only time I'm back and forth
Cheap niggas make you pick, rich niggas get you both
Gave the Bentley to valet and let that nigga drive the boat
Shh, be quiet (Be quiet), let me pop off
Leave the club sloppy drunk, come home and get my rocks off
Heard "Bitch from Da Souf," he tryna see me knock his socks off
Told them bitches, "Meet me at the top," think they got lost
Tuh, I'm on go like Grizz
She thought I would kiss her ass, she must ain't took her meds, tuh
Shit around my neck, it cost a arm and leg
Swear that nigga set for life, I let him get me preg'
[Chorus: Latto]
I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Tuh)
Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Tuh)
Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Tuh)
Bitches said it's up (Tuh), then put it on the floor (Tuh)
I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Tuh)
Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Tuh)
Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Tuh)
Bitches said it's up (Tuh), then put it on the floor (Tuh)
[Post-Chorus: Latto]
I don't know what y'all been told (Told)
Bet yo' mans know, if you don't, what's happenin'?
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Put a ribbon on me, I been actin' brand new
I ain't smokin' on no za, lil' bitch, I'm smokin' on you
Put your bestie in a pack and now I'm smokin' her too
I been ballin' so damn hard, could've went to LSU, huh
Got so many chains on, I can't even see my throat
These hoes don't do enough, that's why I always do the most
Broke niggas give the dick, rich niggas sponsor goals
Only thing a nigga get from me for free is free the bros
Let me pop it off
Point me to the biggest slut, baby girl, come top it off
She said she don't like me 'cause she love me, duh, knock it off
That bitch made ten pages just to sub me, but I block 'em all
All these hoes is mid
Got her lurkin' on my page before she feed her kids, huh
Shittin' on these bitches, dunkin' on they heads
Get these hoes some melatonin, put they ass to bed (Bitch)
Nigga, cry for what? Bitch, these are Denim Tears (Huh)
I'm sexy dancin' in the house, I feel like Britney Spears
So put it on the floor, just like they career
What they got on me? Bodies and a couple years
[Chorus: Latto]
I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Shawty Lo)
Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Not a joke)
Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Brr)
Bitches said it's up, then put it on the floor (Pew, pew)
[Post-Chorus: Latto]
I don't know what y'all been told (Told)
Bet yo' mans know, if you don't, what's happenin'?
[Outro: Latto]
Yeah, it's giving cunt
I'm in the booth playin' with my pussy, bitch, ha
Big Latto, big Bardi, it's a real bitch party
Put it on the floor again, bitch
Reift mech aus dem Plastik, ech hunn nei ugefaang
Bitches Actin 'Wéi se léien Schäiss, si sinn wierklech duerchgaang
Ech verbréngen déi fënnefhonnert 'vir, déi ech dech jeemools verfollegen
Si hu geduecht datt ech gon "falen, ech haassen dech schlecht Neiegkeeten ze bréngen
Huet esou vill Racks geworf, kann e Bitch net emol de Buedem gesinn
Aus Atlanta zu l.a., déi eenzeg Zäit sinn ech zréck a vir
Bëlleg Niggas maachen Iech Pick, räich Niggas kritt Dir allebéid
Huet de Bentley op Valet ginn an datt Nigga d'Boot fuert
Shh, sief roueg (sief roueg), loosst mech ausspriechen
Loosst de Club sloppy gedronk, komm heem a kritt meng Fielsen of
Héieren "Bitch vun da Souff," hien tryna huet mech seng Strëmp ofgeschloen
Huet hinnen Bitches gesot, "Trefft mech um Top," denkt datt se verluer sinn
Tuh, ech sinn op Grizz
Si huet geduecht datt ech hir Arsch kusse, muss hatt net hir Meds geholl hunn, tuh
Schäiss ronderëm mäin Hals, et kascht en Aarm a Been
Schwieren datt Nigga fir d'Liewen gesat huet, loosst hien mech preg '
[Chorus: Lato]
Ech gemaach hunn et alles gemaach (tuh), fillt wéi shawty lo (tuh)
Laacht op d'Bank (Tuh), awer Schäiss ass kee Witz (Tuh)
Soen, datt hatt e Problem krut (Tuh), imaginäre Rauch (Tuh)
Bitches sot et ass erop (tuh), da setzt se op de Buedem (Tuh)
Ech gemaach hunn et alles gemaach (tuh), fillt wéi shawty lo (tuh)
Laacht op d'Bank (Tuh), awer Schäiss ass kee Witz (Tuh)
Soen, datt hatt e Problem krut (Tuh), imaginäre Rauch (Tuh)
Bitches sot et ass erop (tuh), da setzt se op de Buedem (Tuh)
[Post-Chorus: Lato]
Ech weess net wat Dir gesot gouf (sot)
Wetten Yo 'Mans wëssen, wann Dir net, wat ass geschitt?
[Vers 2: Cardi b]
Setzt e Bändchen op mech, ech hunn nei ugefaang nei
Ech smokin 'op keng Za, lil' bitch, ech smokin 'op Iech
Setzt Äre Bestie an engem Pak an elo ech hunn och hatt och smokin
Ech war sou verdammt schwéier, konnt net op LSu gaang sinn, hmm
Krut esou vill Ketten op, ech kann net emol mäi Hals net gesinn
Dës Hues maachen net genuch, dofir hunn ech ëmmer dat meescht
Gebrach Niggas ginn den Dick, räich Niggas Sponsor Ziler
Nëmmen eng Nigga kritt vu mir fir fräi ass gratis d'Bros
Loosst mech et ofbëschen
Weisen mech op déi gréisste Slut, Puppelchen Meedchen, kommt top of
Si sot, si huet mech net gär, well hatt mech gär huet, duh huet et of
Déi Bitch huet zéng Säiten gemaach just fir mech ze sub, awer ech blockéieren se all
All dës Hoes ass Mëtt
Krut hir lurkin 'op menger Säit ier hatt hir Kanner ernähren huet, hmm
Shittin 'op dësen Bitches, Dunkin' op si Käpp
Kritt dës Hoes e puer Melatonin, setzt se an d'Bett (Bitch)
Nigga, kräischen fir wat? Bitch, dës sinn Denim Tréinen (Huh)
Ech sinn sexy Dancin 'am Haus, ech fille mech wéi d'Britney Spears
Also setzt se op de Buedem, sou wéi si Carrière
Wat si op mech komm sinn? Kierper an e puer Joer
[Chorus: Lato]
Ech hunn et gemaach alles gemaach (Tuh), fillt wéi shawty lo (shawty lo)
Laacht op d'Bank (tuh), awer Schäiss ass kee Witz (net e Witz)
Soen, datt hatt e Problem krut (Tuh), imaginäre Rauch (brr)
Bitches sot et ass op, da setzt se op de Buedem (pew, pew)
[Post-Chorus: Lato]
Ech weess net wat Dir gesot gouf (sot)
Wetten Yo 'Mans wëssen, wann Dir net, wat ass geschitt?
[Outro: Lato]
Jo, et gëtt cunt
Ech sinn am Stand spillt mat menger Pussy, Bitch, ha
Grouss Lato, Big Bardi, et ass eng richteg Bitch Party
Leet et erëm op de Buedem, bitch