[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you cum inside my area
I don't fuck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say

[Verse 1]
I might just go Taylor mode, make my own version of the tape
My green getting tight right now, I might just go import instead
The shit I gotta do, don't let the pop shit get into your head
I'm talking my shit in this moment, it's getting over your head, yeah (Ayy, this is real n***a music, bitch)
I'm on the runway, I don't evеn like it
Fashion week not my style, they put mе in ass fits
I got other hoes and she say she don't mind it
Man, it's pride month, all my gay n***as poppin' they shit
They call me Megatron, call me on my telephone
If you not a pretty bitch, you won't understand me, no
"Putting poison in my system," boy, it's just alcohol
I done blocked all of my hoes, you piss me off, you gotta go

[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you cum inside my area
I don't fuck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say
[Verse 2]
N***as love to gossip 'til they going missing
I am not involved, I rather diss 'em
N***as crossed me, ain't no Christian
Oh, you heard? But you ain't listen
You n***as act like some bitches
Can't wait 'til that boy get jumped
End of topic, of discussion, yeah

[Outro:4cf]
From Paris, France to New York City
You already know this shit imported straight from Europe, n***a