Bitches In Paris

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mike Mixer is in the building) (TD go all the way up) [Verse 1: Bali Baby] Aye, aye My bitch, fine, aye, just like China, ah Bad bitch in Designer, ah Hundred dollar lineup, ah She goin' brazy, I sign her Shakin' that ass, I get behind her Show your location so I can find ya Ooh, damn, she lyin', ah Bitch, why you wastin' my time? Can't trust these niggas, they droppin' dimes [Hook: Bali Baby & Majorlilkween] Paris, Milan, France Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance We go to Paris, we go to Milan We go to France, aye [Verse 2: Majorlilkween] Yeah, rippin' the runway Fuck up the club on a Sunday Maison Margiela my shoes and my pants I be countin' this money, I need some more hands Hop off the private jet, heard you was poppin' shit Don't want apologies, give me a fuckin' check Diamonds on VVS, they wanna fuck but I'm makin' them eat it first Bitches is trippin', they don't got a password You want the smoke, give you what you ask for Shittin' on bitches, I guess I'm a asshole Hop on your track and I make it go platinum Double the money, me and Bali, bitch, you know how we comin' Drop out the Lamborghini, engine roarin' Titties bussin', body bussin', semi bussin' Livin' lavish, I'm in Paris up to somethin' Dance, baby, I'ma keep these bands comin', yeah, ooh Dance, baby, I'ma keep these bands comin' Heard 'em talkin', they ain't really sayin' nothin' Majorlilkween topic of discussion Purr [Hook: Bali Baby & Majorlilkween] Paris, Milan, France Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance We go to Paris, we go to M-M, we go to France, aye