[Intro: Trim]

Mm

Let's do it, let's do it (Damn, Yak)

[Chorus: Trim & Bankroll Ni]

Hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (A model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole (The pole), and shake it like no tomorrow ('Morrow)

Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (Model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Got hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow, 'morrow (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Ni]

Nah, like hand me the guapo, ha-hand me the cheese (Hand me the cheese)

I'm in this bitch with Ms. Trim, Thickney, Sunshine, and Bri (Ayy)

And if a bitch want somе smoke, tell her gеt up with me (Get up with me)

Bitches ridin' the wave, but bitches can't ride the beat (Let's go)

He wanna chew all on this bubblegum (Say what?), he wanna eat it up

And he ain't Mike, but he gon' beat, beat, beat it up (Beat it up)

Bitches got some tricks, but ain't nobody trickin' us (Uh-uh)

And niggas tryna love on me, but ain't no love, it's only lust

[Chorus: Trim & Bri3]

Hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (A model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole (The pole), and shake it like no tomorrow ('Morrow)

Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (Model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Yeah, got hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow, 'morrow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Bri3]

I'm a chocolate bitch, my nigga brown, we Reese's Pieces (The fuck? Yeah)

I'm in Chanel, not linkin' up when I say you should see me (Fuck you thought?)

If bitches keep on talkin' (Okay), I'ma crash, be screamin' free me (Bri3)

Eat every ho up in the game, I'm lookin' thick and greedy (Baow)

I'm lookin' thick like Thickney, keep a bankroll like Ni (Ayy, ayy, ha)

I'm comin' trim, I bust a squat (Ni), give him a taxi ride (ride, baow)

Hand me the guap, give me the bread, my pockets deep like dimples

Shawty got ass on her, it move like water, clap like cymbals (Clap like— clap like—)

[Chorus: Trim & Thickney]

Hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (A model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole (The pole), and shake it like no tomorrow ('Morrow)

Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (Model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Got hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tommorrow, 'morrow (Uh)

[Verse 3: Thickney]

This nigga tryna eat up on my pussy, bubblegum (Bubblegum)

I got like zero bodies, bitch, I'm feelin' like a nun (Like a nun)

I got this nigga eatin' on my pussy, one and done (Uh, uh, one and done)

This shit is tight, it's grippin' right, it's feelin' like a gun (Uh, uh)

I got a big-body Benz, bitch, I hope that I don't crash, though (Bitch, I hope that I don't crash)

Little titty bitch, but I got a lot of ass, though (Uh, got a lot of ass)

I might link a nigga, bitch, I hope that he don't smash, though (Uh, hope that he don't smash)

Nigga said he love me, nigga, do you got that cash, though? (Uh, do you got that cash?)

[Chorus: Trim & Thickney]

Hand me the guapo (Uh), ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo, uh)

In New York, Fashion Week, bitch, I'm built like a model (Uh, uh, uh, a model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole (The pole), and shake it like no tomorrow ('Morrow)

Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo), ha-hand me the guapo (Know that, guapo)

In New York, Fashion week, bitch, I'm built like a model (Uh, built like a model, model)

In the black Maybach truck, all my niggas got hollows (Uh, got hollows)

I'm tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow, 'morrow (Uh)

[Outro: Thickney]

Uh, uh, uh, ain't no tomorrow

All my niggas tap out, shake it like no to—

I'm in a big-body Benz, hope I— hope I don't crash

Bitches mad 'cause my fat nigga spittin' on they ass, uh

Okay

Mhm