[Intro: Derek King]
Christian Lou's on your feet, bloody underneath
Other hoes can't compete, ain't worried about a thing

[Pre-Chorus: Derek King]
You remind me of my foreign how I slide in it (Come on)
Bust it down like my Rollie, put some time in it (Time)
Got a body like a Benz, lemme ride in it (Yeah)
Sex with you like shopping with me, ain't no limit (Come on)
It's amazing when I'm in it and we vibing (Skrrt)
Every time you come around it's perfect timing (Yes)
Everything you got you own, girl, you shining (Come on)
And you know these hoes hating 'cause you poppin', yeah

[Chorus: Derek King]
Christian Lou's on your feet (Come on), bloody underneath
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete (Come on), ain't worried about a thing
And you own your own crib, what the fuck is a lease?
Christian Lou's on your feet, bloody underneath (Come on)
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete, ain't worried about a thing
Classy out in public but in bed she a freak, yeah

[Verse 1: Derek King]
Only three shots, you get turnt quick (Turnt)
Baby bad, know that make a n***a nervous (Nervous)
Baby got her own, she a boss bitch
If you ever had her in the past then you lost it
She ain't shopping at the window, uh
Baby got her ends up (Come on)
Coupe all black like a panther (Yeah)
Girl, you at your best like Aaliyah
Kick yo' ex to the side, you ain't need him (You ain't need him)
Can't even count on two hands these n***as you curving (No)
Shawty keep designer from Gucci to Hermes
I'm fuckin' wit' you, baby, I'm all in for certain
Got these bitches mad, they all still learning
[Pre-Chorus: Derek King]
You remind me of my foreign how I slide in it (Come on)
Bust it down like my Rollie, put some time in it (Time)
Got a body like a Benz, lemme ride in it (No)
Sex with you like shopping with me, ain't no limit (Come on)
It's amazing when I'm in it and we vibing (Skrrt)
Every time you come around it's perfect timing (Yes)
Everything you got you own, girl, you shining (Come on)
And you know these hoes hating 'cause you poppin', yeah

[Chorus: Derek King]
Christian Lou's on your feet (Come on), bloody underneath
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete (Come on), ain't worried about a thing
And you own your own crib, what the fuck is a lease?
Christian Lou's on your feet, bloody underneath (Come on)
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete, ain't worried about a thing
Classy out in public but in bed she a freak, yeah (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2: P-LO]
Uh, you don't need a man
You just get it on your own 'cause he need a bag
Ice on your wrist, if it's hurt you don't need a cast
Shorty ready, I be ready, I could be a dad
Ayy, you ain't with the drama
The way it's pokin', get it from yo' mama
Do Balenci', do the Gucci, Prada
Graduated, you the one I'm proud of
You a hot tamale, not a thottie
Dead wax, money long like it's Scottie
Rolex president for my timing
Shorty, bring that thang by me (Yeah)
[Chorus: Derek King]
Christian Lou's on your feet (Come on), bloody underneath
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete (Come on), ain't worried about a thing
And you own your own crib, what the fuck is a lease?
Christian Lou's on your feet, bloody underneath (Come on)
Can't afford a Birkin so your bag's Louis V
Other hoes can't compete, ain't worried about a thing
Classy out in public but in bed she a freak, yeah