Pink Whitney

Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy
Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy

She said she down to roll regrets
She said she down to fuck the next
Get a lot of money, money he'll never get
Got so many commas, zeros looking like speck
Cashing out your bitch then I'm cashing out my check
Could you? Could you? Could you check?
U, U, U, U, oh, don't forget the F
When I'm saying fuck you, that's directed at my ex
Cooking up the Co-Co, but I'm not a fucking a chef
Call me Steph Curry cause these bitches moving left
Looking at my wrist while your bitch giving neck
Neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, neck

Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy
Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy

(Ay, ay)

Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy
Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney, Pink Whitney
Come get me, come get me
I'm tipsy



Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Herbert
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