Where She At

Lyrics

[Intro] Ain't that DJ Chose over there? It look like DJ Chose [Chorus: DJ Chose] Ratchet ass, classy ass [?] expensive bags Her nigga cheated, left his ass, now that bitch don't want no man Super pretty, body dumb, where you think she got it from? She got racks just like the niggas, niggas don't know how to come Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Wherе she at? There shе go [Verse 1: DJ Chose] Own car, own crib, this bitch pay her own bills Baby might pick up the check, just to let you know it's real Passport exed off, she travel like she dope deal She done got some [?] she ain't missing no meals I'm in love with gripping that ass, when she clap it, I nut too fast It's OK, [?], round two, I'm a bust your ass [?] Don't run Don't run, bitch, take all of it, yeah Then she got up and left Left me by myself I was kinda sad But fuck it, this bitch bad Miss my call, fuck it, I'm a call her back Eh bitch, where you at? Where you at? With your [Chorus: DJ Chose] Ratchet ass, classy ass [?] expensive bags Her nigga cheated, left his ass, now that bitch don't want no man Super pretty, body dumb, where you think she got it from? She got racks just like the niggas, niggas don't know how to come Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go [Verse 2: Kaliii] Kaliii He like where you at?, I'm like nigga, I'm busy But if I was free, it'd never be you I'm hitting Yeah you know I'm her, I'm bad and pretty Ain't seen him in a minute, he can't get it, know he miss me Tell that nigga go cry about it, this thang on me, [?] die about it Told him he wasting his time, he'll never be mine, at least I ain't lying about it Nigga I pay my own bills, drive my own car, bitch, I'm lit He like can he hit? Is you gon' pay this r-r-rent? This [?] Benz, I can't see me riding for no nigga with no tint Told him that I love him, but he know that ain't what I meant Tryna be in his mouth, [?] nigga chew [?] [?] then I dip [Chorus: DJ Chose] Ratchet ass, classy ass [?] expensive bags Her nigga cheated, left his ass, now that bitch don't want no man Super pretty, body dumb, where you think she got it from? She got racks just like the niggas, niggas don't know how to come Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go [Verse 3: KenTheMan] Ass fat, yeah I done got thick, I don't know how to act Nigga played hisself, he know he dumb, he gotta live with that I don't keep these niggas, you can call me [?] give them back I don't save they numbers, less I save it under spend a check I don't call, [?] all me I got three phones, and all my niggas calling all three He can't get me, less he stamping on my passport Take him to the room, and I'm a fuck him like an escort He like Ken, why you be fucking me and leaving me? Tell him I got money to go get, be glad he seeing me And I like when we be fucking and he talk to me Your pretty ass gon' make me spend it all on your bitty ass [Chorus: DJ Chose] Ratchet ass, classy ass [?] expensive bags Her nigga cheated, left his ass, now that bitch don't want no man Super pretty, body dumb, where you think she got it from? She got racks just like the niggas, niggas don't know how to come Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go Where she at? There she go