Babygirl you fucking with a baller She like I got G star denim on my collar Is that right She want the pendant on my chain been asking bout it all night And she want this uhhh she been asking bout it all night Shawty know that she the shit and I swear that is my type The way she strutting through this bitch you'd think that shit was on sight You tell her that she pretty and she gon be like I know right Windows down music playing loud we up all night I just slipped and fell up in that pussy but I'm all right Looked me in the eyes Licked her lips She said this so right Every shawty wanna be like you Every shawty wanna wear your shoes But they can't And I stamp that Mix-match designer Shawty flexing on a light day Who is she Niggas search the gram while all they minds race They gon see some pictures of her swerving in a i8 Woah is me cause this getting rich shit is a mind state Now they hate on me How this nigga with her he ain't even popping woah Cause I'm really him I swear this shit ain't just for show You was leading with your wallet nigga you a hoe Now you calling all day and she ain't picking up the phone Babygirl you fucking with a baller She like I got G star denim on my collar Is that right She want the pendant on my chain been asking bout it all night And she want this uhhh she been asking bout it all night