Tell Me Who Better

Lyrics

[Intro] (021) Aye-yai-yai-yai (What? What?) Aye-yai-yai-yai (Yeah) Aye-yai-yai-yai Yeah, yeah (Uno, I killed it) [Chorus] Sippin' promethazine (021), whipping amphetamine (Yeah) Woke up in the limousine, smoking on cookies and cream (Yeah) Loving the loving, trap like a veteran (Yeah, skrrt) My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai) Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Wedding band that's on me, look like a wedding (Aye-yai-yai-yai) She got the work and that's how we flexing me (What?) Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame (Aye-yai-yai-yai) [Verse] I come and deport your home, I ain't Mexican I have some virgins than want to have sex with me Bitch wanna drill me 'cause I got the recipe Niggas had doubted twice, I got the recipe I got the chopper, shoot him (Yeah) I'm gonna shoot him 'til that boy is rest in peace Look at my diamonds, they blindin' you carelessly Niggas tryna play me like I am a fool Pity the fool that really trying to play me Booty stand up like she the real Slim Shady She a crack baby like she from the eighties I'm having dope like I'm Lil Baby Ice in my cup, nigga, come face me All of this gold really Caucasian I got the voice for any situation I got that blicky, licky in particular Know I throw that blicky if this shit get sticky She ride on that dick like a Kawasaki No Parker but what I say about a Willie? No kids, I got that ho up in a giddy My diamonds look better when I got on Fendi My bitch is so pretty 'cause she got on Fenty Can you get down and gritty when it come to clitty? You dig what I'm sayin'? [Chorus] Sippin' promethazine, whipping amphetamine (Yeah) Woke up in the limousine, smoking on cookies and cream (Yeah) Loving the loving, trap like a veteran (Yeah, skrrt) My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai) Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Wedding band that's on me, look like a wedding (Aye-yai-yai-yai) She got the work and that's how we flexing me (What?) Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame (Brr) [Outro] (Brr) (Uno, I killed it)