Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You go' have to blow me
Now I'm all messed up
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
You gon' have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
[Verse 1]
Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (Wow, Yeah)
Bought a, BM, then I, crashed it (Skrrt, What?)
Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards! (Duh, Woah)
Pretty, bitch, breaking, your heart (Haha, Yeah)
I'mma just handle my business
Bitch get off my diznick
Want to, but you can't hit this (Ugh)
Stand out, so you can't miss this (Huh)
FOMO, you don't wanna miss this (Yeah)
I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas (Yeah)
Wishlist, gift this
p*ssy on a hitlist, yummy! (Yummy)
Eat it like it's brеakfast
Every nigga got me on they chеcklist
Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection
Bad bitches know if I present this
Cars always tinted
Why is your wig always lifted?
I don't know!
You a broke a nigga then I can't go
Nails so long, nigga I can't roll
Yeah you wanna f*ck, but I call him bro
Haha

[Chorus]
Talk sick shit
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to show me
You gon' have to blow me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon' have to blow me
You gon' have to blow me
You go' have to blow me

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