[Verse 1: TypeOh]

On a world tour

I popped the pussy 'cause I’m pretty, what I’m known for

I'll probably pull another party once I perform

Pull up on your shawty in a foreign with the chrome force

Yellow face, what about it? Open up doors

Limbo line if you want it, baby, go low for us

I've taken every mushroom in the whole forest

Got me barking at the mailman while on all fours

Get the pussy, man, you can call me pussy man

Mess with me, you know I got it like I'm Jigga man

Unforgiving, you know I can't be the bigger man

All these rappers, bitches feel like I’m Juwanna Mann

By the coattails

Riding on me, hold still

You a sneaky link, you meet mе at the hotel

Got a milli in the casе like Deal or No Deal

If they catch you with it on you, baby, don't tell

[Chorus: JT.ATM]

Stop it, stop it, baby, just stop it

I just wanna see you flick it, twist it like a Bop It

Always shave the pussy, so I called her Dennis Rodman

Doctor told me that I’m fucking bitches way too often

Profit, profit, all about the profit

If it ain’t about the money, bitch, stop talking

Said I want to buy the biggest Rollie so I copped it

I got like a hundred in the trunk, proceed with caution

[Verse 2: JT.ATM]

Stop it, wait, yuh

I've been kinda late 'cause

I've been getting money, I've been counting up these pay stubs

Roll another blunt, I smoke that shit right to the face, yuh

I'm Lightning McQueen, the way I motherfuckin' race

One hot motherfucker, what it's tricky to be

Because every single bitch wanna get jiggy with me

I'm doing laundry all the time 'cause I can't keep my sheets clean

And my rubber budget's higher than a tire factory

Donald Trump's starting five, I'm on his basketball team

I'm shooting bricks to build a wall, but still got racks on my jeans

Short motherfucker, so I got my eyes at titty height

Put 'em in my face, wait, I think that your bitty might

Then I drive her home, real slow under the city lights

Kitty like that, got me thinking that I need her

Break a side mirror if I see a fuckin' beamer

Never catch a felony, I'm Mister Misdemeanor

[Verse 3: Thai Thai]

Yeah, I’m run, run, running it

Bitches to keep me company

The way they discussing me

Bet they think that they onto me

I’m a thug up in her bones, I got her singing her harmonies

Better stay up in your lane, go bag a bitch off eHarmony

All the bitches think I'm funny, look at Thai with the comedy

Feed these fiends all they prescription like I'm running a pharmacy

All these Opps been on my dick but they ain’t doing no harm to me

If she tryna fly private, I put the hoe in economy

Said I'm wicked with it

Mississippi bitch say that she wanna visit

No free admission, head to the show and go and cop a ticket

Leave your man at home, that boy a goofy, we ain’t rocking with him

Watch us put some goons up on his ass, they get to pocket picking

They won’t stay too close

I swear my flow too cold

I know I’m gifted, bitch, you better admit it, you taking notes

Copped a fitted, now I’m bringing these bitches back from the show

Yeah, my chain was looking dull, now look at the way it glow

[Chorus: JT.ATM]

Stop it, stop it, baby, just stop it

I just wanna see you flick it, twist it like a Bop It

Always shave the pussy, so I called her Dennis Rodman

Doctor told me that I’m fucking bitches way too often