WIG

It's summer, b-, get your lace front now
'Cause if you don't got a wig, you ain't doing it (I hate you)
Next year is you natural b- time
Uh, come back next year, baby
2022, get you a wig in your hair
What the f-?
(ATL Jacob, he a f- millionaire)

My b- got a wig in her hair (uh)
But she still a ten (yeah)
It's enough room for her to sleep up in there
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (let's go)
If them n- don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no)
Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real
Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah)

Yeah, you prolly young and turnt, make the h- go crazy
Don't focus on the long run, baby
F- on them h-, make sure they turnt at your shows (yeah)
Go get your cake, make sure you turn up some more
Soon as you see them f- n- hate
Pull out your fire, rather you leave out dead or alive (la-la, la)
You ain't let n- play with your name (la-la, la)

I was out here sellin' big p- out the trash bag
Ten at a time, you was playin' the game
F- on that h-, she was sayin' my name
Takin' lil' selfies, keep wearin' my chain (la-la, la)
Jumped in my Rolls and gave me some b-
Told him she messed up her hair in the rain
He like to trick on her, spend a lil' change
He think he slicker than her but he lame

Yeah, he think he slicker than her, he a duck
One thing about a bad b-, if you ever had one
They slicker than us (yeah)
You ain't never gotta lie to me, baby
I ain't trippin', speakin' of trip, try your luck
She might come on a plane, she try me like a lame
She gon' get on the bus (wow)

My b- got a wig in her hair (yeah)
But she still a ten (a ten)
It's enough room for her to sleep up in there
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them n- don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no)
Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real
Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah)

My b- got a wig in her hair
My b- got a wig, yeah (wig, wig)
Yeah, uh, my b- still a ten with that (wig, wig)
Shakin' her a- with her friends (wig, wig)
My b- still a ten with that shit (wig, wig)
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with that (wig, wig, wig, wig)
Shakin' her a- with them friends (wig, wig, wig, wig, go)

Ooh, I wish I would spend my hard-earned money
On a b- plane ticket and she don't wanna f- (what?)
I ain't know nice-ass n-
I ain't tryna ugh-ugh, I'ma get you a Uber, no truck
Told her, "This ain't my house anyway
Just a lil' failsafe case a h- try to pull back up" (sike)
Put another b- on the first thing, smokin' (flight)
Had to keep some on tuck (fight)
Might pull out, n- on her b- then go back in
I been that n- since way back then

Pull up today, it's a Maybach Benz
Switch on the g-, I'm never lackin'
Show full of Mexicans, too packed in
Comin' through Memphis, you better tap in (facts)
My b- is a ten with or without a weave, what about yours?
She got more cars and chains than rappers
That's what you get when you f- with a hitta
My hand been itchin', I'm flyin' to Vegas
Might duck off and spend a weekend at the villa
Face card valid from a.m. to p.m.
Money to blow, got a eight-figure pillow

My b- got a wig in her hair (yeah, 'Bagg)
And she still a ten (a ten)
It's enough room for her to sleep up in there
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them n- don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no)
Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real
Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah)

My b- got a wig in her hair
My b- got a wig, yeah (wig, wig)
Yeah, uh, my b- still a ten with that (wig, wig)
Shakin' her a- with her friends (wig, wig)
My b- still a ten with that, yeah, uh, yeah, with that (wig, wig, wig, wig)
Shakin' her a- with them friends (wig, wig, wig, wig)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jacob Canady
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