Lyrics

Track body cute in the mug. type of bitch that make you want to lose your bitch in the club and if being thick fine as fuck wasn't enough when they call her name she grab a pole and fuck it up

You know she got here bestie stage side turning it up niggas in the club wanna turn lust into love. not a cloud in the sky until she changed it shorty percolated till it started raining

I can't explain it almost made me want to get up Ima send my shorty over tell her we in the cut. If I get her in the corner Ima tell her what's up get your money hit my line when you finish up

And Ima swing until I hit and bust shorty pinata open something bot that bubblegum surrounded by that chocolate mocha

I'm the king she the queen and she in love with both of us the way we running game together something like a Chubb, Hunt, connection hold up

Walk up in there with a couple hundred might drop a couple light bills. What? We ain't fucking I know that caught you by surprise, and I'm a pop the rest of this on beer wings and fries

I feel as if I know that I can get the breast and thighs at a way better price, and it'll come with a side. Thought you had a sucka nigga. I ain't mad you tried but if you wanna suck a nigga still hop in the ride and floss meat

And work your neck like you listening to a boss beat I'm working with a monster going lock nest deep
I told her round two would get her rocked sleep. She gone wake up to Ricky Smiley, The Brat and Rock-T

Get it popping like Fago dripping Prego I'm saucy. I then spilled all my Quavo over into the salt seat. with Carmen San Diego somewhere and lost me Ace King, AKA wax where you at.