​sad girl

Lyrics

[Intro] Be a sad girl Now I'm just a funny girl With us Be a sad girl Now I'm just a funny girl (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, Vay, Vay) [Verse 1] You ain't have a bitch like this, used to have a bitch like that You ain't had a bitch this rich back (Rich back, rich back) I can make money flip, I got fat juicy lips Come here, give me a kiss, bae (Mwah) Mm, poke it out and get smacked He know this is where is it's at, that's why he give me all his stacks, bae (Give me, give me money) Mm, give me, give me some of that, all these hoes be showin' cat They got this ho lit like Backpage (Backpagе) How much money did you make when you was this agе? (This age) Have you ever ran it up and flipped it three ways? (Three ways) Have you ever popped that pussy on a weekday? No nine to five, every day is a me day (Me day) He gon' spend that money just so he can see bae He gonna be a trick for a chance to be bae I ran that scam on him and now he call me Ebay Six figure bitch, I'm too bad for a cheap date Why that bitch think that she can outdo me? She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies Dance on hoes 'cause I like to get groovy Might rock me a tutu and hit you with three threes Why that bitch think that she can outdo me? She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies Dance on hoes 'cause I like to get groovy Might rock me a tutu and hit you with three threes [Chorus] All our love, groovin' all your love Groovin' all your love (Why that bitch think that she can outdo me?) Groovin' all your love (She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies) [Verse 2] Uh, yeah, I used to be sad, down bad, now I'm thinking 'bout a bag when I bust a nut 'Cause you can switch a nigga out when your money up Laugh to the bank, yeah, a bitch got her funny up Yeah, I used to be sad, down bad, now I'm thinking 'bout a bag when I bust a nut 'Cause you can switch a nigga out when your money up Laugh to the bank, yeah, a bitch got her funny up [Chorus] Groovin' all your love You ain't have a bitch like this, used to have a bitch like that (Groovin' all your love) You ain't had a bitch this rich back (Groovin' all your love, fact) I can make money flip, I got fat juicy lips Come here, give me a kiss, bae (Litter than Madonna, huh) Mm, poke it out and get smacked He know this is where is it's at, that's why he give me all his stacks, bae Mm, give me, give me some of that, all these hoes be showin' cat They got this ho lit like Backpage