(Twerk for my Instagram)

Uh, I like them big booty bitches with Chanel purses
Yeah, she pretty on the 'Gram but look better in person
She ain't shy but her broke nigga make her nervous
Accidentally I got famous but got rich on purpose
Trappin' hoes like a phone call with bad service
Tic-tac-toe, had to get my exes out my circle
Anytime I got the blues, I just smoke some purple
Bentley with the hardtop, I'm hoppin' out the Turtle (Skrrt)
I'm a trill nigga, in the house chill nigga
Used to be a in the field nigga
Nowadays, everybody wanna be a real nigga
Bitch, play your cards right, then maybe I will deal with ya, huh

Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me

Runnin' up the bands, when I hit the mall I be fuckin' up the bands
Countin' so much paper, I be fuckin' up my hands
Tryna stuff the racks, I be fuckin' up my pants
And I got a baby mama that ain't my baby mama
And I got a choppa the size of her toddler
And she call me daddy 'cause she don't know who her father
Says she want some money, made her twerk for a dollar
Dior on my kicks, Christian Dior on my visor
Thought the bitch was rich, then she pulled up in a Mazda
Drip overflowin' like the toilet when it's stopped up
First name—I'ma do it, last name—Proper
Fake niggas in my picture, now I gotta crop her
Even if you held a stop sign, couldn't stop her
If you ain't around some money, probably couldn't find her
Bust down on her wrist, can't help but watch her
Told her, "Leave that nigga 'lone, level up and wise up"
If she gave me head, ayy, I guess she made her mind up
D'ussé in my cup, I ain't drunk but I'm lyin'
D'ussé her complexion, it ain't wine, but she fine

Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me