[Intro: Ticci Toby, Primrose Ripper, Amber]
Oh yeah
Primrose (La-la-la)
Hmm
(La-la-la-la, uuh)
Ayy, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: Ticci Toby]
From the block, now we're snipin' on the opps like Somalians (Uh-huh)
Demonic cloth on my body, rubies like Satan head (Head)
Now we comin' through the back, we don't go to the concierge (Yeah, hey-hey)
Now that boy run fashion, baby in that Fashion Nova gear (Ha)
We started the wave, now everybody lookin' the same
Tell me how you want it (Woah)
Shorty buss it down, give us the money, keep the crown
Tell me how you want it
I been around the globe in the Global Express
Ten O's in my net worth, yeah (Huh)
Neck work, then the leg work (Work)
We're the stars like the network (Work)

[Chorus: Primrose Ripper]
You see me walking down the hall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold ya
You see me walking down the hall
I'll bring it back, bring it back, yeah

[Verse 2: Primrose Ripper]
Got a lil' mama in my telephone, she jumpin' all up on me yo (Ayy)
Hoes call in my section, I don't want 'em, kick them bitches out like vamanos (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We can work it out, lil' mama, all we need is just a little cardio (Ayy)
Yeah, she the type of woman if we cannot do it, I will catch a body for (Ooh yeah, yeah)
Call my accountant, bought my babe a new ring, she whip it like Bugatti, yeah (Ooh yeah, yeah)
I spend whatever, girl, I do whatever to show you I'm serious (Ooh yeah, yeah)
That sound familiar, they just talkin' shit because they feel inferior
Ooh yeah, that's just how we go

[Chorus: Primrose Ripper]
You see me walking down the hall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold ya
You see me walking down the hall
I'll bring it back, bring it back, yeah

[Verse 3: Amber LaDue with Primrose Ripper]
All the millions make 'em horny, young killer
Baby, we the hottest in the South Fort Knox, yeah
Made me holla' for a dollar, got my makeup on your collar
You'll be callin' me tomorrow, yeah
And my diamonds like water, you'll be callin' me tomorrow
Then them dress gettin' shorter (Uh huh)
Make you push a little harder, little faster, little deeper
'Fore I promise I be keepin' ya
Said, "It's all about the level up", baby make me red like a Jell-O-Cup
Bitches hella jealous, wishin' it was them instead of us
I done got hot, dawg, realize she ain't catchin' up
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, I got Margiela, ah
Standin' ovation, the broad of the nation
Me and babe racin' Wraiths, we're adjacent
Wish that we could take the rumors to the bank (To the bank)
We don't have no more room inside the safe (Woo, woo)
But I'ma ball it like a napkin, tap it like it's Jazz-feet
Hold the door for me, then pop me on the ass cheek
Ain't too rich to get it poppin' in the backseat
Next time you want another bitch, you better ask me, ah
Ike and Tina that ass, you better take a bitch you know
Show my name and this pass
And now we're rollin' down the freeway, talkin' 'bout a threeway
Startin' workin' out, but he gon' eat me on his treat-day off

[Chorus: Primrose Ripper, Ticci Toby, Amber LaDue]
You see me walking down the hall
Hold onto me and I'ma hold ya
You see me walking down the hall
I'll bring it back, bring it back, yeah

[Outro: Primrose Ripper with Amber LaDue]
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la (Oh), ohh
La-la-la (What you want?), la-la-la
La-la-la, ohh