Buss It
Drop that ass (Ah)
Drop, drop that ass (Kash Doll, Ah)
Drop that ass (Ayy)
Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga (Ayy)
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open (Ay, ay, ay)
No time for lil' boy games, tell that nigga cut it out
For them lil' ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought
Told 'em grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)
I heard you a hater 'cause your nigga is a fan
Only fuck wit' rich niggas, bitch I don't want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein' it on the 'Gram
And for this friendly ass hoes, I 'on't wanna be your friend
Bitch, buss down, go and put your hands on your hip
Rich bitch, got a hunnid bands on my wrist
You dismissed, I'ma have to cancel out that bitch
Do a split, split, I'ma do pilates on the dick
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Ooh, money get me in a mood
If you ain't got it you gon' see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon' make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate nigga I'ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (full of cash)
Broke boy I ain't worried 'bout your cash
I be laughin' to the bank, yeah I got the last laugh
He in love with thick bitches, boy I got ass ass
Ass bouncin' like the South (Like the South)
Spend two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)
If she ain't bad point her out (Point her out, point her out)
If he ain't got it point him out
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Where the bad bitches at?
Where the thick bitches at?
Where the boss ass, hood rat, real bitches at?
Where the school bitches at?
Where the rude bitches at?
Where my nine-to-five makin' shit move bitches at?
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga
Drop, drop that ass (Kash Doll, Ah)
Drop that ass (Ayy)
Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga (Ayy)
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open (Ay, ay, ay)
No time for lil' boy games, tell that nigga cut it out
For them lil' ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought
Told 'em grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)
I heard you a hater 'cause your nigga is a fan
Only fuck wit' rich niggas, bitch I don't want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein' it on the 'Gram
And for this friendly ass hoes, I 'on't wanna be your friend
Bitch, buss down, go and put your hands on your hip
Rich bitch, got a hunnid bands on my wrist
You dismissed, I'ma have to cancel out that bitch
Do a split, split, I'ma do pilates on the dick
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Ooh, money get me in a mood
If you ain't got it you gon' see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon' make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate nigga I'ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (full of cash)
Broke boy I ain't worried 'bout your cash
I be laughin' to the bank, yeah I got the last laugh
He in love with thick bitches, boy I got ass ass
Ass bouncin' like the South (Like the South)
Spend two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)
If she ain't bad point her out (Point her out, point her out)
If he ain't got it point him out
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Where the bad bitches at?
Where the thick bitches at?
Where the boss ass, hood rat, real bitches at?
Where the school bitches at?
Where the rude bitches at?
Where my nine-to-five makin' shit move bitches at?
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Buss that shit open, buss that shit open
Buss that shit, buss that shit, buss that shit open
Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Gloade, Arkeisha Knight
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