DON'T TELL (feat. Juicy J)
Juicy J in this bitch (uh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
(Ayy, ayy) don't tell, pop that, pop that
For some money, honey, tell (ayy, I'm really rich)
If you scared, go to church, hoe
Okay, I slow dance (pop that), pop that pussy, P-Valley, she pole dance
That's bro 'nem, he just asked me, can I sneak his pole in (grrah)
I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on foe 'nem
They asked me if I know who broke the law (broke the law)
I don't know them
The SRT, that booster start my car (skrrt, start my car)
Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (j'sais pas quoi)
I see why niggas wanna fuck me raw (fuck me raw)
He said my pussy smell like Baccarat
I haven't been off the charts (yeah, hoe)
Since I popped up on the charts (facts)
He's not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart (cash)
It's some bitches I should charge, but I did it for the art (facts)
Bitches wanna look just like me
I can't tell our ass apart, damn (yeah, hoe)
Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh)
Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey (yeah, mane, ayy)
Yeah, if you scared go to (hey, let's go)
I need a bigger bank to fit this cash inside my pants (hoe)
When I walk inside the bank, they think I'm takin' out the trash
Pardon my stench, I smell like gas
I'm in that 'Rari, blowin' on za
I like my weed and my women all exotic like my cars
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
She wanna suck me like a straw
Told her she can have this Birkin but she cannot have my heart
That's where I draw the line
I know better than to call her mine
Broke nigga better never call my line
I'm gettin' to the money all the time
My zodiac is a dollar sign
Say that bitch go to church (mm-hmm)
Heard your baby mama was a squirter (mm-hmm)
Allergic to the motherfuckin' steerin' wheel
Bitch, I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur (mm-hmm)
My bitch gets a stick with her at my show
Backstage lookin' like a liquor store
That's why I love me a ratchet hoe
She'll slide on a nigga like a stripper pole (stripper pole)
Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh)
Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah)
Yeah, if you scared go to church, pussy (oh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
(Ayy, ayy) don't tell, pop that, pop that
For some money, honey, tell (ayy, I'm really rich)
If you scared, go to church, hoe
Okay, I slow dance (pop that), pop that pussy, P-Valley, she pole dance
That's bro 'nem, he just asked me, can I sneak his pole in (grrah)
I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on foe 'nem
They asked me if I know who broke the law (broke the law)
I don't know them
The SRT, that booster start my car (skrrt, start my car)
Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (j'sais pas quoi)
I see why niggas wanna fuck me raw (fuck me raw)
He said my pussy smell like Baccarat
I haven't been off the charts (yeah, hoe)
Since I popped up on the charts (facts)
He's not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart (cash)
It's some bitches I should charge, but I did it for the art (facts)
Bitches wanna look just like me
I can't tell our ass apart, damn (yeah, hoe)
Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh)
Don't tell, pop that, pop that for some money, honey (yeah, mane, ayy)
Yeah, if you scared go to (hey, let's go)
I need a bigger bank to fit this cash inside my pants (hoe)
When I walk inside the bank, they think I'm takin' out the trash
Pardon my stench, I smell like gas
I'm in that 'Rari, blowin' on za
I like my weed and my women all exotic like my cars
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
She wanna suck me like a straw
Told her she can have this Birkin but she cannot have my heart
That's where I draw the line
I know better than to call her mine
Broke nigga better never call my line
I'm gettin' to the money all the time
My zodiac is a dollar sign
Say that bitch go to church (mm-hmm)
Heard your baby mama was a squirter (mm-hmm)
Allergic to the motherfuckin' steerin' wheel
Bitch, I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur (mm-hmm)
My bitch gets a stick with her at my show
Backstage lookin' like a liquor store
That's why I love me a ratchet hoe
She'll slide on a nigga like a stripper pole (stripper pole)
Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy (oh)
Don't tell, pop that (aye), pop that for some money (yeah), honey (yeah)
Yeah, if you scared go to church, pussy (oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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