[Verse 1]
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels Big fat checks, big large bills Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels Cold ass bitch, I give Ross chills Ten different looks and my looks all-kill I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills He eats in the car, that’s meals on wheels (Woo!) [Chorus] I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!) But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin’ out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow) Shake that little ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin’ out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)
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