Bring it Up
She say I'm too playa
I'm a top notch Mac
I pop the bands up out the duffle baby bring them stacks
She say Doma, why you love me
Lil bitch that's cap
Cause all I do is pipe her down lil baby, throw that back
She like
Damn baby, shake it on the poll
Pop it for a Mac, drop it down and get it low
Bitches steady choosing she gon' blame it on the tron
Oh you got mans baby?
Bitch just let him go
Jubie motherfucker, bitch I'm feeling like I'm bold
Nasty motherfucker she be choosin' on the low
Tippin' in a whip, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Jones
Hold on take a flick, she be striking for a pose like
She looking boujee on the gram
Nails done, hair done, damn she looking bad
Smoking on that broc bitch I'm feeling like I'm dram
Pull to the club bitches knowing who I am like
God damn, bitch I look good
Speaking on my name, man I wish a bitch would
Pop another bottle, while I'm blowing on a wood
Break a bitch down she get nasty in the club like
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Aye bitch, fuck it up, go and shake some
Henny or Patron, either or imma take one
Bitches givin' brain, I be grabbing by her lace front
Kick her to the curb, don't be thinking that I chase one
Dumbass
Broke bitch where your funds at
Come and get your bitch, she be twerking for a dub stack
Seated in the whip, hit the gas imma run that
Leave my last bitch, when I see her imma duck that
BITCH
Baby imma dog I don't love that
BITCH
Married to the money I don't cuff that
BITCH
Fuck a wedding band I don't trust that
BITCH
Need a hunnid bands, where the bucks at?
Bitch fuck em' up, throw it back, get me lit
Drop it down, bend it over, go and do it with your hips
I'm a Mac, I'm a playa she ain't fucking with no bitch
She said, Doma why you cocky
Cause I'm talking all my shit like
God damn, bitch I look good
Speaking on my name, man I wish a bitch would
Pop another bottle, while I'm blowing on a wood
Break a bitch down she get nasty in the club like
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
I'm a top notch Mac
I pop the bands up out the duffle baby bring them stacks
She say Doma, why you love me
Lil bitch that's cap
Cause all I do is pipe her down lil baby, throw that back
She like
Damn baby, shake it on the poll
Pop it for a Mac, drop it down and get it low
Bitches steady choosing she gon' blame it on the tron
Oh you got mans baby?
Bitch just let him go
Jubie motherfucker, bitch I'm feeling like I'm bold
Nasty motherfucker she be choosin' on the low
Tippin' in a whip, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Jones
Hold on take a flick, she be striking for a pose like
She looking boujee on the gram
Nails done, hair done, damn she looking bad
Smoking on that broc bitch I'm feeling like I'm dram
Pull to the club bitches knowing who I am like
God damn, bitch I look good
Speaking on my name, man I wish a bitch would
Pop another bottle, while I'm blowing on a wood
Break a bitch down she get nasty in the club like
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Aye bitch, fuck it up, go and shake some
Henny or Patron, either or imma take one
Bitches givin' brain, I be grabbing by her lace front
Kick her to the curb, don't be thinking that I chase one
Dumbass
Broke bitch where your funds at
Come and get your bitch, she be twerking for a dub stack
Seated in the whip, hit the gas imma run that
Leave my last bitch, when I see her imma duck that
BITCH
Baby imma dog I don't love that
BITCH
Married to the money I don't cuff that
BITCH
Fuck a wedding band I don't trust that
BITCH
Need a hunnid bands, where the bucks at?
Bitch fuck em' up, throw it back, get me lit
Drop it down, bend it over, go and do it with your hips
I'm a Mac, I'm a playa she ain't fucking with no bitch
She said, Doma why you cocky
Cause I'm talking all my shit like
God damn, bitch I look good
Speaking on my name, man I wish a bitch would
Pop another bottle, while I'm blowing on a wood
Break a bitch down she get nasty in the club like
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
Bring it up
Throw it down, back that
Speed it up
Slow it down, gas that
Pick it up
Hold it down, grab that
Beat it up
Turn around, backtrack
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Writer(s): Derick Domalanta
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