Blow Me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (wow, yeah)
Bought a BM, then I crashed it (skrrt, what?)
Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards (duh, woah)
Pretty bitch breaking your heart (haha, yeah)
I'ma just handle my business (hush)
Bitch get off my diznick (yeah)
Want to, but you can't hit this (ugh)
Stand out, so you can't miss this (huh?)
FOMO, you don't wanna miss this (yeah)
I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas (yeah)
Wishlist, gift this
Pussy on a hitlist, yummy (yummy)
Eat it like it's breakfast
Every nigga got me on they checklist
Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection
Bad bitches know if I present this
Cars always tinted
Why is your wig always lifted?
I don't know
You a broke a nigga then I can't go
Nails so long, nigga I can't roll
Yeah you wanna fuck, but I call him bro
Haha
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
I get six figures for a concert (yeah)
You need to blend more fix your contour (ew)
Your bitch ain't bad she a eyesore
Truth hurts, baby you should lie more (bitch)
It's always the basic bitches with the most to say (ayy)
If I press the button we gonna send him outer space (ayy)
Give me that plate, I just motherfuckin' ate (ate)
No he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day (day)
And he go down under, g'day mate
I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date (yeah)
Spend it, spend it, Louis, Chanel (woo, woo)
Balenci, Botega, sendin' the mail (yeah)
Kendress, bundles, pay for my nails (yeah)
Spending, numbers He said this isn't fair (yeah)
I said kiss it right there
I need it right now
If you can't put it down then I'm leaving you here
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Uh, alright
Uh, alright
Uh, alright
Ooh, let's ride