My Chick
I'm glad that she my chick
I'm glad that that's my bitch
Girl you know that's my shit (yeah, you know that's my shit)
I can't even lie lil mamma fine
Your man ain't got a nickel, how the fuck he get a dime
Put some diamonds on your neck, girl I know you like to shine
Tattoo on your ass just to let them know its mine
Let me fuck you from behind
Let me hit it from the back
Fuck you real good while I'm pulling out your track
Hair, nails, bills, I'll pay for all of that
Own money, crib, car, hell yeah, she all that
Keep on stunting on her friends like my man all that
Yeah, we all that, baby girl straight facts
Brick fair money she can keep her income tax
Wanna get her body done, tryna trim the extra fat
I told her not to do it cause I like it like that
Park the Range Rover, you can drive the Hellcat
Keep the pistol in her purse cause she thuggin like that
She told me from the jump not to thug her like that
I know that I can do it, but I don't do it like that
Miss one of her calls, Imma call right back
When she tell me that she love me, I say I love your ass back
Them lips so soft and that ass so fat
That pussy so tight and she keep the cat waxed
The curves just right, got a coke bottle shape
More important than that she got a pretty ass face
She love her last nigga, I got his ass out the way
Keep that nigga out your face, yea, ugh
Baby girl so hundred, catch a case right now then baby girl she coming
I'm in the streets all day tryna get that money
When I get home I wanna fuck, I don't wanna hear nothing
We kissing, touching, rubbing, sucking
She can't stop shaking, won't stop nutting
Tryna hit it right but she won't stop running
Bring that ass here so I can beat it like I'm drumming
AC on but we sweating like it's summer
I don't never wanna stop, I hope the wheels keep turning
Blunts keep burning, liquor keep pouring
I'm high, I'm in the clouds and I don't wanna stop soaring
I don't wanna stop flying
I hope you never start lying
Bae you know that I'm the pilot
But sometimes I let you drive it
We on our Bonnie and Clyde shit
I'm the one and you my sidekick
You're book smart and a bad bitch
I'm just glad that you're my bitch (glad that you're my bitch)
(Yeah, married to the game)
I'm glad that that's my bitch
Girl you know that's my shit (yeah, you know that's my shit)
I can't even lie lil mamma fine
Your man ain't got a nickel, how the fuck he get a dime
Put some diamonds on your neck, girl I know you like to shine
Tattoo on your ass just to let them know its mine
Let me fuck you from behind
Let me hit it from the back
Fuck you real good while I'm pulling out your track
Hair, nails, bills, I'll pay for all of that
Own money, crib, car, hell yeah, she all that
Keep on stunting on her friends like my man all that
Yeah, we all that, baby girl straight facts
Brick fair money she can keep her income tax
Wanna get her body done, tryna trim the extra fat
I told her not to do it cause I like it like that
Park the Range Rover, you can drive the Hellcat
Keep the pistol in her purse cause she thuggin like that
She told me from the jump not to thug her like that
I know that I can do it, but I don't do it like that
Miss one of her calls, Imma call right back
When she tell me that she love me, I say I love your ass back
Them lips so soft and that ass so fat
That pussy so tight and she keep the cat waxed
The curves just right, got a coke bottle shape
More important than that she got a pretty ass face
She love her last nigga, I got his ass out the way
Keep that nigga out your face, yea, ugh
Baby girl so hundred, catch a case right now then baby girl she coming
I'm in the streets all day tryna get that money
When I get home I wanna fuck, I don't wanna hear nothing
We kissing, touching, rubbing, sucking
She can't stop shaking, won't stop nutting
Tryna hit it right but she won't stop running
Bring that ass here so I can beat it like I'm drumming
AC on but we sweating like it's summer
I don't never wanna stop, I hope the wheels keep turning
Blunts keep burning, liquor keep pouring
I'm high, I'm in the clouds and I don't wanna stop soaring
I don't wanna stop flying
I hope you never start lying
Bae you know that I'm the pilot
But sometimes I let you drive it
We on our Bonnie and Clyde shit
I'm the one and you my sidekick
You're book smart and a bad bitch
I'm just glad that you're my bitch (glad that you're my bitch)
(Yeah, married to the game)
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Harrison, Orlando Brossie
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