Hands up, bitches, it’s a robbery
Yeah, pump it louder, make the speakers bleed
Go throw that money like it came for free
Yeah, don’t act like you wasn’t watching me
You hoes love my image
Love, love my image
Take notes, my image
So, so delicious
Dick ride my image
Can’t buy my image
Like damn, I did it
I’m the one of one of one of, woo
One, one of one, one of one
One of one of one of one
One of one, one of one
One of one of one of (One)
One of one, one of one
One of one of one of (One)
One of one
One of one of one of one of one of—
My image
My image
My image
For, for sure
Your boyfriend buss a lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the—
Your boyfriend buss a lot
When I—
Frost Children, bitch
Your boyfriend buss a lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
Yeah
That’s right, I took the spot
And you’re ‘bout to get a ticket when the album drops
Sure talk a lot, get clocked a lot
Is that why you walking funny with your panties in a knot?
Get a job or something
Move it, bumpkin
When I shake my shit
You gon’ watch it, bitch
Hoes love my image
Love, love my image
Take notes, my image
So, so delicious
Dick ride my image
Can’t buy my image
Like damn, I did it
I’m the one of one of one of, woo
One, one of one, one of one
One of one of one of one
One of one, one of one
One of one of one of (One)
One of one, one of one
One of one of one of (One)
One of one
One of one of one of one of one of—
Want what I want
And I get it, get it, get it (Detour)
And you want what I got
You can’t have it, have it, have it
‘Cause I want what I want
And I get it, get it, get it
And you want what I got
You can’t have it, have it, have it
One of one, one of one
One of one
One of one of one of one
One of one, one of one
One of one of one of (One)
One of one, one of one
One of one of, woo
One of one, one of—
One of one of one of one of—
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in— (Bitch)
Walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
Lot, in the parking lot, yeah
In the parking lot, in the parking lot
In the parking lot
When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot
Your boyfriend buss a lot
Buss, buss a lot
B-b-buss a lot, buss
Your boyfriend buss a lot
Buss, buss a lot
Buss a lot, your—
Your—
Your boyfriend
Your—
Your boyfriend
Your—
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend buss a lot (Bitch)
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