Na Na Na

Sunshine on the beach with my back out
In a two-piece, make a niggа go (wow, wow)
Start blickin', make the city go black out
Walk with a limp hip hurt like (ow, ow)

Takin' pics with the fans
Don't gotta talk, I'ma just do my dance
They do my emotes, they be tryna steal my stance
I am not human, I'm way too advanced

Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this

Walk in the party, I'm lit
Don't gotta Bang but you know I'm a blick
My brother be rockin' his hip with a glock on his hip
I'm like, "hold on, don't bang that shh"

Huh, footwork, Lu Kaine that, yeah
Two step then tang that
Stand on the couch, Rick James that
Tap tap, mama then bang that

If I was a rich girl
Treat a Benz like a SRT
Brought the whole hood to the VIP
Go hard in them goyard sneaks

Swimmin' in money, I'm in too deep
We in the ritz, but we in two suites
Thirty below on my wrist, like "sheesh!"
Lookin' for a bad bitch like me

Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this
Come here, come get this



Credits
Writer(s): Khari Cain, Jerry Bock, Dominic Leroy Gordon, Jirou Anderson Williams, Sheldon M. Harnick, Layia Watkin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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