Lyrics

[Intro] Wheezy outta here [Verse 1: Doechii & KayCyy] Ooh, shit, ooh, na-na Tell 'em, "Make room," when a real bitch fly by If Doechii on the list, then it's thicker than the Popeyes Flick of the wrist'll get you gone, bitch, bye, bye Made a million dollars in a month, like, voil� (Woo, woo, woo) Niggas switchin' gangs, bandanas lookin' tie-dye (Yeah) In the shade room but the shades ain't Prada My whole team speak Gucci, wah-la If it ain't that, no coochie, nada Blend with the money like a green iguana Bitch bring the heat like a PV sauna (Let's go) I'm in your mouth like a TV diner, V-A-gina (Wow, wow, wow) Bitch, I'm the shit and a big shit talker (Let's go) Bitch talk slick if the bitch won't walk up (And do it) I make cunt look proper, y'all still act like stalkers Bitch too tough, can't top her [Verse 2: SoFaygo, Doechii & KayCyy] Topic discussion, woah I do this shit just like it's nothin', woah, uh Come get that bitch that you cuffin', woah, uh Ice on my wrist and it's bussin', woah, uh (And it's bussin') Ice on my neck and it's bussin' Movin' too fast, I be dustin' these hoes (Skrrt) Steady movin', ain't no rushin' (Ain't no rushin') I'm movin' steady, can't be rushin' no more (Can't be, uh) It could be hot as hell, I'm still gon' make it snow (Make it snow) It could be dark outside, I'm still gon' light the show (Light the show) He got his flashlight on, he still ain't seein' ghosts, uh (Still ain't, uh) He got his flashlight on, he still ain't seein' ghosts (Still ain't), yeah [Verse 3: KayCyy, Doechii & SoFaygo] I'm up in the numbers, let's get it (Yeah) I'm pavin' the way and it's permanent (Uh-huh) Wheezy the wave and it's permanent Wheezy the wave, and she surfin' it (Okay, let's go) Uh, uh, yeah, uh Wheezy the wave, and she surfin' it (Yeah) More money, more problems that's surfacin' (Yeah) I came in the game and it's urgent (Yeah) I came in the game and it's promisin' Yeah, let's do it, uh I don't got time for the other shit I don't got time for the nonsense (Yeah) Yeah, I don't got time for the drama shit Look, look I was down on my last, now the commas in (Yeah) I was down on my last, now the commas in (Let's go) Yeah, huh? How he start from the bench, now he startin' shit? (What?) How he came from the bench, now he startin' shit? (What?) Now it's one-point-five as the startin' tip (Yeah) Had this one-point-five as the startin' hit Man, these niggas don't ever wan' start this shit Man, I came from the bench, now I'm startin' shit (Yeah) Man, these niggas don't ever wanna play with us (Uh, yeah,) Uh (Yeah) She got a price and it's not cheap She got a man and it's not me She got a price and it's not cheap She got a man and it's not me (No) This for the people overlookin' us They know what time it is, nigga (Yeah) Double-XL and we with 'em (Yeah) (Haha, yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Saucy Santana & Doechii] He on my line, he wanna mingle He on my time, I wanna be single Lookin' for chips, boy, I want Pringles Mine's make it rain, yours make it sprinkle Y'all know who name to mention (Yeah) When you lookin' for attention (Yeah) Broke bitch, don't want no tension Money long, it got extensions (Yeah) Dope boy, but your work ain't sellin' Put his pussy in his mouth, start spellin' Spend it all, make his stomach feelin' queasy I make it snow like my name Young Jeezy Huh, Young Jeezy? I'm rockin' with Gucci, Emilio Pucci Bitches my kids, baby momma coochie Go against me, you must be stupid When you rap, my ears is muted Niggas is scrap, they suited and booted Lookin' for love, bitch, try and Cupid All y'all hoes look obvi' And all y'all never in the mix Yeah, I might got the tenth spot But I'm the number one in this bitch