[Intro]
Emm, emm, emm

[Verse 1]
How much does it cost, boy?
You wish it was a million
Tig Ole Bitties bite size
Wishing you could feel 'em
Avant Garde Coochie
You've been used to them civilians
Keep the PH right
We ain't shopping at Pavillions, emm

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in Turk and Caicos
I've been working on my tan
He've been sending texts
He says he loves me like a fan
Boy, don't catch that flight
I do what you do with my hands
Told 'em I don't want him
I just ride him 'cause I can

[Chorus]
And his ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
His ole bitch don't look bеtter than me
And his ole bitch don't look bеtter than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
His ole bitch don't look better than me
[Verse 2]
Am I realling conceited
Or you mad you just can't eat it?
Better get it up more rounds
I like what I like, damn right, I'm greedy
All my life had to fight
A hating ass hoe like my name Ceely
Am I realling conceited
Or you mad your man wanna please it?

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in Turk and Caicos
I've been working on my tan
He've been sending texts
He says he loves me like a fan
Boy, don't catch that flight
I do what you do with my hands
Told 'em I don't want him
I just ride him 'cause I can

[Chorus]
And his ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
His ole bitch don't look better than me
And his ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
His ole bitch don't look better than me
[Verse 3]
Italian n***a wanna slurp me like alfredo
Nigerian n***a want this fufu on his face though
My Southern n***a tryna eat it like some chicken
I told him "put it on a plate this finger lickin'"

I know these n***as talk they want that sloppy toppy
He's tryna beat the pussy up I call him Rocky, Rocky
He be grabbin' on that neck he want that walkie talkie
I ain't even let him hit I told him top, top, top, top

[Bridge]
Top me, I ain't fuckin' no n***a in a honda
I ain't fuckin' if it ain't anaconda
I ain't fuckin' him without a condom
I ain't fuckin' no lyin' ass fakes
I ain't fuckin' no n***a for the Benz
I ain't fuckin' no n***a that's a fed
I ain't fakin' for a n***a like hah, hah, hah, hah

[Chorus]
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me
That ole bitch don't look better than me