[Chorus: JT]
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Want me to grip your dick with two hands (ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands (few bands)
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy (oww)
He gon' blow a bag just to make me happy (facts)
He just put me in the Lamb', I'ma speed fast (skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat ass (eat ass, ass)
Booty stickin' out and I ain't get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your n***a givin' you somethin', stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug, baby, quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, pussy pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich ass n***a, fuck your cheap ass

[Chorus: JT]
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail
[Verse 2: JT]
Pull up, sprinter, bad bitches (bad bitches)
And we ain't ever gotta pay 'cause we bad bitches (mad bitches)
In the section with the n***as who got mad riches (ayy)
Makin' it rain with their money, takin' mad pictures
Pretty bitch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag (facts)
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad (pow)
Pussy juice drippin' on a n***a durag (ahh)
Best bitch need one, I need two bags (Double)
That's my bitch there
One fight, all fight
We don't play fair, period

[Chorus: JT]
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, [gunshells]
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail