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Yeah Boop-boop (She said she want the T-mix) Boop-boop Yeah (BIA, BIA) Uh, uh (Oomp Camp Productions, fire!) (BIA, BIA) Uh, livin' vida loca, puentes in mi boca I just spent a hundred fifty thousand on a choker Seen his new girl and I had to keep it poker I know she don't got a bag and that is very mediocre I'm like, "If you knew better, you would do better" I like Prada for the shoes, just so I can move better Only time I do the Loubs is to match the coupe leather If you find me in the mood, we could catch some new weather I'm in Italian sеats, marble floors I got mine, but I like that I been spеnding yours, oop That's my door, I'm no rookie Call me old school, I like you droppin' checks on that pussy (Boop-boop, ooh) She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (Ooh) She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (Ah) I like dat, she don't even need me to try (Ooh) She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (Ooh) SongtexteI'm just buying drank, she doin' too much I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' (Drank) She got money in the (Bank) What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (Ooh) She gon' buss it (Ooh) What you think 'bout that? She, she always talkin' 'bout the money ('Bout the money) Anytime I say, she gon' buss it open for me (For me) She know I get paid but she don't need nothing from me (From me) She'll fly your bitch to the city just for some cutty (Cutty) Make her say that she love me You gon' always see her pull up in that new, new Then she walk right in Wanna to talk 'bout it? Let's talk 'bout it, then You hatin' bitches could never She got fifty business endeavors If I Gucci out the shoes she just might Fendi the sweater, uh-huh Ooh, she like that Cullinan but that Bentley is better You really need to get it together, uh 'Cause she don't want drinks She got plenty of that back at the crib And more funds, throw ones, give it back to the building, uh Spend eighty racks on the grill then make it stack to the ceiling Give it back to the children She ain't lackin', she like, "I got it" Pull out a thousand dollars out her (Side pocket) Ooh, that lil' bitty drank you tried to buy (Stop it) Them bottles on me and the cork is lookin' like a sky rocket Boop-boop Pop it (Ooh) She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (Ooh) She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (Ah) I like dat, she don't even need me to try (Ooh) She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (Ooh) I'm just buying drank, she doin' too much I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' (Drank) She got money in the (Bank) What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (Ooh) She gon' buss it (Ooh) What you think 'bout that? Every band I'm throwing on stage I got in my name (All dat) And I ain't throwing twenties or tens I'm out here paying rent (And all dat) I-I-I could get the Dom but I'ma get the Ace Just to run it up and see everybody face When they bring the check so I can sign my name I might have to face all that Now tell the valet bring my foreign to the front, yeah, yeah I'm gettin' in solo, I got it solo Let the cameras hit my diamond cuts, yeah, yeah I got them rocks solo, I got it solo It's real bossed up fly shit I ain't the passenger, I'm the pilot You can hop in but you ain't driving All I need is somebody to ride wit 'Cause I'm a go-getter (I'ma go, say I'ma go) Type of a girl that got you 'cause I want you Not 'cause I need ya No, I don't need ya (Boop-boop, ooh) She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (Ooh) She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (Ah) I like dat, she don't even need me to try (Ooh) She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (Ooh) I'm just buying drank, she doin' too much I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' (Drank) She got money in the (Bank) What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (Ooh) She gon' buss it (Ooh) What you think 'bout that? Yeah, had to hit you with the T-mix, baby Had to hit you with the T-mix, baby, yeah BIA, BIA, why you lookin' like a, lookin', hey Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby Had to hit her with the T-mix Me and Keh', Keh' BIA, BIA, why you actin' like a, like a, oh Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby, yeah BIA, BIA, why you- Aus Songtexte Mania