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[Intro] Can't rush the vibe, brando Oh, lil’ bro made this? [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho Let the gang-run through, pass the ho Smash the ho, pass the ho Bat the ho, then trash the ho Trash the ho, smash the ho Pass the ho, then bat the ho Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door Let ho get put in bitch hold, bands show Bhabie come through with all the dough Bhabie come through with all the racks Pull up, get your shit snatched Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that Now you won't get that shit back" [Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie] Ho's talk tough through they phone screen When you see me, pussy bitch, hope you could hold speak They say, "Bhabie, she all talk, won't pull up to the scene" We push up hunnid deep and black, bitch, you’ll notice me Yeah, you’ll know it’s me, his biggest fantasy One text is all it takes, I had that ass to sleep He say I'm all he need, that's let him join the team And when his phone ringin' back-to-back, you know it’s me [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho Let the gang run through, pass the ho Smash the ho, pass the ho Bat the ho, then trash the ho Trash the ho, smash the ho Pass the ho, then bat the ho Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door Let ho put ha in a bitch hold, bands show Bhabie come through with all the dough Bhabie come through with all the racks Pull up, get your shit snatched Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that Now you won't get that shit back" [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] He shoynk, I shlang that, niggas ain't get shit back Ruger's and Glock 9's and babies pushin' shit back Runnin' up a check, I'm reminiscing, hittin' four flags In that one way course it, nah fuck it, rush that Play with me an' get geezy, small talk be the cheapest Oh Bhad Bhabie take it easy, don't do a whole nigga greedy They hold for some, they need it, her cursin' on let you in here My phone, yeah, startin' ringin' I fuck with you, you just don't see it Shittin' by my lonely, all these ho's be on me I know they tryna roll with me, 'cause I be stoning Someone just phone it, a'ight, let me zone it Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah, ass she show me Ass she show and she say SLATT Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that I tray that boy he ain't dub my name Niggas say wait, "We got plenty guns" We all tote shots that shoot for fun Killin' that pussy want drip for somethin' Ain't shit, then cry made back old money Ay, nig' gon' rob for somethin' [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Gotit] If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's ([?]) If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho Let the gang run through, pass the ho Smash the ho, pass the ho Bat the ho, then trash the ho Trash the ho, smash the ho Pass the ho, then bat the ho Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door Let ho put ha in a bitch hold, bands show Bhabie come through with all the dough Bhabie come through with all the racks Pull up, get your shit snatched Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that Now you won't get that shit back"