Ah, ah, aha
Yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

Lightskin shit
She fuck with me, she turn into a lightskin bitch (uh, ha)
Family in our business on some hypeman shit
She ain't respondin' to my text, she on some lightskin shit
I don't like that shit
Pull up with a new hoe (let's go, skrr)
Wrecked my four door, I went bought a two door (yeah)
When you out we on liquor and Nuvo (huh)
I'ma dog on a bitch, call me Cujo (grr)
Bitch, yeah, I went ran the score up (uh)
Put my dick down her throat 'til she throw up (throw up)
Hard to hideout in public, they know us
Picture's viral before the shit's go up (pic)
Fuck is a pic to a rich nigga? (Nigga)
I'm havin' my way with your bitch
The same bitch that was havin' her way with a bitch nigga
Niggas goin' out sad 'bout these hoes, but me? Um

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

My bitch in the trap with a mask on (yeah)
I just flipped two dimes in the restroom (let's go)
Had the magazine tucked like a super goon (baby)
Had to sweep the drug money with the broom (woo)
Walkin' through Chanel in the back-back (we did it)
I could buy the bales with the money in the backpack, yeah
And Rolex, yeah
Almost went to Hell, that's a big fact (Pluto)
I done cut up the wrist on my sleeve (I cut it)
Like I'm suicidal on the jet (let's go)
I done turnt your favorite to a pet (turn up)
Check the hunnid milli presidents
It's hard to fall off, I'm super relevant (I'm super)
On the billi dollar, killed the middle man
Tryna treat me like I'm not the trigger man
Got a real one and she reppin' Taliban, gang, yeah

My bitch like a model
Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch I just hit the lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I pop it (I pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last hoe
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tahj Morgan