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Lyrics

[Chorus: Miss Madeline] Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God) [Verse 1: Chase Icon] Hey, I'm Chase, this is Maddie We go up, baby, drop the addy West Coast style on the East Coast beat Ain't something bad, but the waist on petite (Uh-huh) Party hoppin' on our street That's where the club and the pop girls meet Wake up in last night's beat Repeat 'till the streetlights start to fade We're so paid, livin' in the shade Nevеr was a day where the hair ain't laid Ruby rеd heels, yellow diamonds on the blade Chains on cold, strawberry lemonade We're so uh, we're so based Brandy Melvill messin' with the Bape They want smoke, but we only give 'em vape Don't believe us? Tell 'em roll the tape [Chorus: Miss Madeline] Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God) [Post-Chorus: Miss Madeline] Bands make her dance Make it, make it rain Bands make her dance B-b-ballin' in Balmain Bands make her dance Make it, make it rain Bands make her dance B-b-ballin' in Balmain [Verse 2: Chase Icon] I wanna fly, let's get high I wanna shine like stars in the sky Don't got time for none of that Playin' all the songs we like, then we run it back He a giant, not a runner back Pour it up, no tap and I'm lovin' that Dirty like Christina on the track In the low-rise jeans with the horseshoe on the back [Pre-Chorus: Miss Madeline, Chase Icon] Yeah, you know my drip skin tight Pour it up like dirty Sprite Off the 2C, sippin' goosey Flyin' higher than a kite Syrup over ice, private flights Yeah, that's what we like Coach in cello white, we not packin' light [Chorus: Miss Madeline] Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God) [Post-Chorus: Miss Madeline] Bands make her dance Make it, make it rain Bands make her dance B-b-ballin' in Balmain Bands make her dance Make it, make it rain Bands make her dance B-b-ballin' in Balmain