[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Can't wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
Nobody count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body, woah

[Verse: Kanye West]
New ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad with two kids?
Nobody ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Colombia, like you did
Trying a new ass out with the new drip
Only they two ass, who first? Two hick
Fallin’, you sir, you is a new bitch
There dumb, I’m done now, them n***as is too rich, shit
New Thursday, new virgin, porn star, new t, new purses, shit
Puff [?], Hail Mary, ooh, [?], dunna dunna a new version, uh
Old dick don’t count, these titties don’t bounce
Yo friend need a ass, let me check the account
Yo [?] pass I can check in my account
Hundred them on 'em them running up to your mouth
Ooh, nah nah don't slow me down
I got [?] tell these bitches want a crown
And they wanna take take you down
Cuz they wanna [?] down
Tell tell these tell these bitches
Tell them ready ready bitch
We ain't fucking jelly bitches fucking smelly bitches
Tell these tell these tell these bitches
Tell these bitches leave a [?] kelly ready bitches
Ready tell these bitches
And you eating at the Deli fat belly bitches
Uh, probably gettin' pee'd on; R. Kelly, bitches
Know they gonna hate if they see these litty pictures
Go get your feet done on these petty bitches
Old dick don’t count, these titties don’t bounce
These n***as say they here tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now, the summer they was down
But they better act like they know who they fuckin’ now
This a new bitch
Got a party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pic
Had to step back ‘cause she too thick
Done with them you can't cool with it
If you new bad bitches yeah I cool it
You got your real friend but they do it
And wanna they ain't about to fool it
They ain't tryna hit it they ain't tryna go out
They wanna son it damn there no doubt
Tell them ex n***as you a new bitch
Got a party table like the Ruth Chris
After, after party on the rude ship
Body language talkin', gotta prove shit
Bad bitch real bad bitch
Bad bitch make a fat bitch
Fuck a dad bitch that bitch
This that bitch on that bitch
Lemme get this a sad bitch kiss that bitch
On a fat ass in the back quick
Had to step back ‘cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every, every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very, very own
FaceTime, body looks like Dom Perignon
Don't pay me no attention, go and carry on
I guess every lover gon need some hater
This one to say Ye to appreciate you