CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Do it on the tip- Asian Doll Verse
This that [?] drip, got it splashing like a tub
I got different type of n***as that all loyal and wanna thug
He get high off my vibe
For that b*t*h he called a [?]
Street n***a, deep n***a
Up in Houston he the plug
Bounce that ass and shake it, hit this puss up on the sofa
He say "You don't ever listen" cause the money [?]
b*t*h I'm badder with no make up, when I rock it imma [?}
Fendi, Prada, Gucci loafers and Dior, this pu**y golden
Who's testing me?
Who's checking me?
I eat these b*t*hes like pedigree
300's on me [?], I gave him back like charity
Real b*t*hes back in stylе on the frontline
He еat it up, beat it up like it's drumline
We spending money, going shopping on [?]
These n***as waiting on this pu**y like the lunch line
Pop that ass and move it, gimme neck like imma choker
My new n***a caught a felon, he can't even leave a [?]
Give me money, f**k me good
He say I'm his lucky potion
Grind strong, money long
My lawyer [?] he coming home
Bounce that ass and shake it, hit this puss' up on the sofa
He say "You don't ever listen" cause the money [?]
b*t*h I'm badder with no make up, when I rock it imma [?}
Fendi, Prada, Gucci loafers and Dior, this pu**y golden
Playing wit my name, it's about to get violent
Ran down a broke hoe, now I'm posted up on Collins
You ain't spending dividends, peace out, imma holler
Got a n***a with a scholar, he gon suck me like a
Amiri, he rock it, he icey and c*cky
Big racks, he don't f**k with n***as, tell em "get back"
[?]that, street n***a whole weight six-pack
Lowkey f**king with that n***a, he don't chitchat
I got different type of n***as that all loyal and wanna thug
He get high off my vibe
For that b*t*h he called a [?]
Street n***a, deep n***a
Up in Houston he the plug
Bounce that ass and shake it, hit this puss up on the sofa
He say "You don't ever listen" cause the money [?]
b*t*h I'm badder with no make up, when I rock it imma [?}
Fendi, Prada, Gucci loafers and Dior, this pu**y golden
Who's testing me?
Who's checking me?
I eat these b*t*hes like pedigree
300's on me [?], I gave him back like charity
Real b*t*hes back in stylе on the frontline
He еat it up, beat it up like it's drumline
We spending money, going shopping on [?]
These n***as waiting on this pu**y like the lunch line
Pop that ass and move it, gimme neck like imma choker
My new n***a caught a felon, he can't even leave a [?]
Give me money, f**k me good
He say I'm his lucky potion
Grind strong, money long
My lawyer [?] he coming home
Bounce that ass and shake it, hit this puss' up on the sofa
He say "You don't ever listen" cause the money [?]
b*t*h I'm badder with no make up, when I rock it imma [?}
Fendi, Prada, Gucci loafers and Dior, this pu**y golden
Playing wit my name, it's about to get violent
Ran down a broke hoe, now I'm posted up on Collins
You ain't spending dividends, peace out, imma holler
Got a n***a with a scholar, he gon suck me like a
Amiri, he rock it, he icey and c*cky
Big racks, he don't f**k with n***as, tell em "get back"
[?]that, street n***a whole weight six-pack
Lowkey f**king with that n***a, he don't chitchat
