CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jigga Who
Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's Trax season bruh
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
B*t*h, I throw the backend back in
Always laid, always paid, never lackin
Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin
Why he callin yo phone, b*t*h ask him
Girl go call Tyrone, you his b*t*h
But I got the throne
Pu**y good but it ain't well known
I'm a bad b*t*h you the shone
Fendi on my body, ducking paparazzi
Sneakin through the lobby
Sing like Whitney, dance like Bobby
Burberry on a Sunday
Rockin Celine on a Monday
Choppin you hoes like a sensei
B*t*hes know my body, I don't need no X-Ray
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
B*t*h what's the energy
Is you a opp, or you a friend to me
Bank account on infinity
Pu**y tighter than virginity
Off white for my off nights
Make him buy the pu**y, first cla** flights
Got the game on lock, what's the combination
Boy you ain't talking about sh*t, what's the conversation
Anejo for my a holes, put my legs in the air with my white toes
N***a eat this cat 'fore it foreclose
Not a DJ, but b*t*h I get chose
Don't like red, we don't drink no coke
Fly b*t*h we don't do no coke
Eat this a**, I don't need no throat
I don't want no simp n***a, drive this boat
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
It's Trax season bruh
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
B*t*h, I throw the backend back in
Always laid, always paid, never lackin
Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin
Why he callin yo phone, b*t*h ask him
Girl go call Tyrone, you his b*t*h
But I got the throne
Pu**y good but it ain't well known
I'm a bad b*t*h you the shone
Fendi on my body, ducking paparazzi
Sneakin through the lobby
Sing like Whitney, dance like Bobby
Burberry on a Sunday
Rockin Celine on a Monday
Choppin you hoes like a sensei
B*t*hes know my body, I don't need no X-Ray
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
B*t*h what's the energy
Is you a opp, or you a friend to me
Bank account on infinity
Pu**y tighter than virginity
Off white for my off nights
Make him buy the pu**y, first cla** flights
Got the game on lock, what's the combination
Boy you ain't talking about sh*t, what's the conversation
Anejo for my a holes, put my legs in the air with my white toes
N***a eat this cat 'fore it foreclose
Not a DJ, but b*t*h I get chose
Don't like red, we don't drink no coke
Fly b*t*h we don't do no coke
Eat this a**, I don't need no throat
I don't want no simp n***a, drive this boat
Jigga what, jigga who
The beat gone move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues
