Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's Trax season bruh
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Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what)
Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who)
This beat gone move my body
Broke boys stop acting salty
Boy, what (boy what, boy, what)
Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo)
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check don't sing the blues
Bitch I throw the back end back in
Always laid always paid never lackin'
Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin
Why he callin' yo' phone? Bitch, ask him
Girl, go call Tyrone
You his bitch but I got the throne
Pussy good but it ain't well known
I'm a bad bitch you the shone
Fendi on my body
Ducking paparazzi
Sneaking through the lobby
Sing like Whitney dance like Bobby (ah)
Burberry on a Sunday
Rockin' Celine on a Monday
Choppin' you hoes like a sensei
Bitches know my body I don't need no X-Ray (hit me)
Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what)
Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who)
This beat gone move my body
Broke boys stop acting salty
Boy, what (boy what, boy, what)
Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo)
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check don't sing the blues
Bitch, what's the energy?
Is you a opp or you a friend to me
Bank account on infinity
Pussy tighter than virginity
Off-White for my off nights
Make him buy the pussy first class flights
Got the game on lock, what's the combination?
Boy you ain't talkin' 'bout shit, what's the conversation?
Anejo for my a holes
Put my legs in the air with my white toes
Nigga eat this cat 'fore it foreclose
Not a DJ, but bitch I get chose
Don't like red, we don't drink no Coke
Fly bitch we don't do no coke
Eat this ass, I don't need no throat
I'on't want no simp nigga, drive this boat
Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what)
Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who)
This beat gone move my body
Broke boys stop acting salty
Boy, what (boy what, boy, what)
Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo)
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check don't sing the blues