CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Woah Vicky
To all the b*t*hes hatin' on me, you b*t*hes need to get ya mothaf**kin' money up!
Stop hatin' b*t*h!
Go get some money b*t*h!
Maybe if you wasn't so muhf**kin' busy hatin', you can get some money too b*t*h!
Stop hatin' b*t*h!
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Feel like I'm Gucci, I'm from Zone 6
Gucci my bag, my whole outfit
"yolo" so love to pull up wit a stick
Lil Pump, Big Pump with a big d**k
Don't give a f**k about what these hoes be sayin'
Keep talkin' make that lil uzi start sprayin'
Do what I want, you do what you can
Chillin' in Cali my feet in the sand
Never caught lackin' that Glock in my hand
F**k pu**y poppin', I'm poppin' them bands
Pull up like Uber and shoot up yo van
Caught the folk lackin', they geeked out on Xans
Woah Vicky, oh Vicky
Why they don't like, they don't know Vicky
All my hoes bad and my dope sticky
Try to ride the wave can't coast with me
Mad cuz' ya man tryna f**k with me
He back with you cuz he ran out of luck with me
Stop cappin' boy stop all that f**kery
You know I sleep with that chopper right under me
When I dropped out of school, they was done with me
Started getting that guap now they f**k with me
Who said I ain't that b*t*h? Nah b*t*h you cap
Stop hatin' b*t*h!
Go get some money b*t*h!
Maybe if you wasn't so muhf**kin' busy hatin', you can get some money too b*t*h!
Stop hatin' b*t*h!
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (with this sh*t)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (Woah Vicky)
Woah Vicky b*t*h (b*t*h)
Feel like I'm Gucci, I'm from Zone 6
Gucci my bag, my whole outfit
"yolo" so love to pull up wit a stick
Lil Pump, Big Pump with a big d**k
Don't give a f**k about what these hoes be sayin'
Keep talkin' make that lil uzi start sprayin'
Do what I want, you do what you can
Chillin' in Cali my feet in the sand
Never caught lackin' that Glock in my hand
F**k pu**y poppin', I'm poppin' them bands
Pull up like Uber and shoot up yo van
Caught the folk lackin', they geeked out on Xans
Woah Vicky, oh Vicky
Why they don't like, they don't know Vicky
All my hoes bad and my dope sticky
Try to ride the wave can't coast with me
Mad cuz' ya man tryna f**k with me
He back with you cuz he ran out of luck with me
Stop cappin' boy stop all that f**kery
You know I sleep with that chopper right under me
When I dropped out of school, they was done with me
Started getting that guap now they f**k with me
Who said I ain't that b*t*h? Nah b*t*h you cap
