The world is yours Let's go Bitch, dance and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up So drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So do it, go stupid Ass on fat, but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch, dance Her face is a eight, but her ass ten He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch I'm still the same, rockin' since back then Still on the same drugs but way more Beat up Vans, I got taste still My new crib is somewhere where it's sunny out But I spent twelve bands on this rain coat Always off of it, forever lockin' in I'm going hard again, your boyfriend clockin' in Black and white chick, mixеd like Dalmatian My momma said I spend way too much on me Oh, my God Fifteen bitchеs in the crib So I really can't tell nobody I've been on the road, I don't smoke I don't motherfuckin' broke Make her bow down like Bob Marley Yeah, I've been doin' shows If he keeps on asking for a feature, I'ma keep on saying: Hm, prolly Bitch, we on go, we ain't pullin' up to no function But this song got hoes dancin' at the party (party, party) Bitch, dance and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up So drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So do it, go stupid Ass on fat, but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch, dance Blunt filled with OJ Coke in the nose ring She said she in love, yeah, but I'ma tell her: No way 2016, I was ridin' with a low fade 2016, I was rockin' hella no things If she don't give me face in the back of the vehicle I'ma take the commas, boy, you can keep the decimals Naked bitches scream, I be addin' up the decibels Let me see you dance, stretch it out, Miss Incredible What's your name? I didn't catch it Oh, you from Brooklyn? Like the magic? Oh, your friends said that I'm active? Baby, I don't know Jack like Cactus Sippin' Cacti, not the White Claw She my angel in that white cloth Sniffin' white lines, then I mile off Tell 'em white lies, just from my car I said I think that I'm on some shit Let me see you go left, right, up, down on my dick I'm so sorry, but I'm so high, I must admit Tell me your name one more time, I won't forget Bitch, dance and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up So drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So do it, go stupid Ass on fat, but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch, dance and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up So drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So do it, go stupid Ass on fat, but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid Bitch, dance (bitch, dance)