[Chorus: Pink Siifu]

Ho back in this bitch

Old school, got that brand new shit

Glow like shawty candles

Ho back in this bitch

Old school, got that brand new shit

Glow like shawty candles

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]

Yeah, that's paint

Say what it is all the time don't know shit

What it is, what it ain't, nah

You can't touch the safe

Ho, that's bank

Be direct, ho, please have some character

Shorty mad, get off that bullshit

Don't I take care of ya?

Erryday, erryday

Came back for a while hoe

Only for a minute

What it's hitting for

Yeah, yeah, that's aim

Shots fire

Cans for all this trash

You judging refelct the glass

Im hustlin back on my Dad

I diggity diggity…

Diggity diggity Dad

This for my… uh, wait

I diggity… uh uh

This for my family

What you gon’ do for yo ass?

Ride around, get the bag

I ride around, get the bag

I spend it with my gang

That's 50 that's 50 that's 50

Ride around, with a .. cover your ears, wait

Ridе around with a.. couple years

Pushed thе bar, yeah that's game

Shorty put that pussy on Playboy

Ain't it shame?

Way too plain, who, who to blame

Follow your heart, no shame

Parkin lot, shot fired, yeh that's spray

It ‘all-go’ all the time, it ‘all-go’ all the time

On the blower, all they go

On the blower all they go

On the corner, at the sto’

Hear that, corner sto’

Moment, Im comin, slow, wait

[Bridge]

Shorty wanna ride, wait

You can’t get out the drive-way

Shorty got that grip tape

Pussy got that grip tape

Shorty got that grip tape

Pussy got that grip tape

Pussy got that grip tape

(x2)

[Verse 2: Valee]

I’m getting mouth like Daffy Duck

Sufferin' Succotash

Two cups, punch and you know it?

I lean like forward slash

In a Hellcat kitten

Time go by fast

Why not make her wish she wet?

I'm gettin' head like eyelash

Hot box in there?

It’s a AMG Mercedes seat, massager chair?

Niggas shinin’ ain’t lasting long enough I’m shootin’ a flare gun

Im in Louis Vui-ton

This nigga think he Farrakhan

Im all in Miami, I mean I’m finna parasail in huur

I get naked like next in line to see the chiropractor

Exotic flower, look like a Cattleya

She keep smokin' on that layup

Loft I'm in, came with Bluetooth elevators

Pardon me for pairing

Kitty, corner, colored, cranberry coupe, this bitch with me an Aries

Drop top look like Milk on MLK

My permit park not paid

I'm all inside your bitches house and energy, she callin' me “Sage”

I pulled off the lot precautiously

Avoiding pothole abrasions

I put M on top of M like Maybach Music

My yellowbone bitch Freemason, and amazing

Old school antique, I try critique the mileage, it’s extinct

She feel me, no Collins

How the exotic blow in the air like pollen

She on her knees I pray for the position, I’m in

Runnin up on me, I splat your noodles

Look like we makin' ramen

…

(singing)

And you know, why I know why?

Got that bitch who live in Iowa

And I owe her nun’

Brembo Brakes is on my car

Trying to slow up them horses

All of a sudden, ain't no rush how we rush in

And the exhausts on my car?

Man that sound like Jennifer Hudson

Turbo charge combustion