CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : RICKY BOBBY
I got needs, pay attention, ahh
Are you up for the challenge, yeah
No hands, I throw tantrums, yeah
Act right if you want this, yeah
(b*t*h, stand at attention)
Keep my name out your mentions, huh
I said what I said, and I meant it, uh
I ain't buying, wouldn't even rent it, ho
Superstar, I'm too hot, b*t*h be gone evaporate
Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste
Flow so floaty, okay with being lonely
Vogue type of b*t*h, know you got me on your lock screen
Boasting marshmallow ass
You looking like you need a roasting, toasting
'Cause I love these b*t*hes keep on hoping, I notice
I been way too motherf**kin' focused, rogue sh*t
Take a photo I'm thе f**king moment
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got mе switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
La-da-da-da-da
Ricky Bobby I'm the sh*t
190 in the whip
Blowing gas by the zip like
La-da-da-da-da
Let him smash on a b*t*h
Let him crash in the pu**y
Left the pad with a limp
Back on, make em' break necks
Hot, juicy got drenched
Told that b*t*h, “We not friends, ah”
I got two iPhones
'Cause his best friend hitting'
So we get the dial tone
'Til his neck game finished
Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten
Kitchen counter where he hit it, keep it squeaky clean, Brita
Lick, lick, lick, why he dizzy off the liquor?
Superhero sh*t, bought my wrist an action figure
Took off my top, then he slipped out that— (Woo)
He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his ribs (Oh)
Li-li-listen when I talk, ah
I'ma take your chips, b*t*h, kicks
And your job, get some money, b*t*h
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got me switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
(My haters just happen to be broke)
(And that's not my fault)
Are you up for the challenge, yeah
No hands, I throw tantrums, yeah
Act right if you want this, yeah
(b*t*h, stand at attention)
Keep my name out your mentions, huh
I said what I said, and I meant it, uh
I ain't buying, wouldn't even rent it, ho
Superstar, I'm too hot, b*t*h be gone evaporate
Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste
Flow so floaty, okay with being lonely
Vogue type of b*t*h, know you got me on your lock screen
Boasting marshmallow ass
You looking like you need a roasting, toasting
'Cause I love these b*t*hes keep on hoping, I notice
I been way too motherf**kin' focused, rogue sh*t
Take a photo I'm thе f**king moment
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got mе switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
La-da-da-da-da
Ricky Bobby I'm the sh*t
190 in the whip
Blowing gas by the zip like
La-da-da-da-da
Let him smash on a b*t*h
Let him crash in the pu**y
Left the pad with a limp
Back on, make em' break necks
Hot, juicy got drenched
Told that b*t*h, “We not friends, ah”
I got two iPhones
'Cause his best friend hitting'
So we get the dial tone
'Til his neck game finished
Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten
Kitchen counter where he hit it, keep it squeaky clean, Brita
Lick, lick, lick, why he dizzy off the liquor?
Superhero sh*t, bought my wrist an action figure
Took off my top, then he slipped out that— (Woo)
He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his ribs (Oh)
Li-li-listen when I talk, ah
I'ma take your chips, b*t*h, kicks
And your job, get some money, b*t*h
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got me switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
(My haters just happen to be broke)
(And that's not my fault)
