[Intro: BIA]
(Aziz, Aziz, Aziz)
Uh, uh, uh
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
BIA, BIA
[Verse 1: BIA]
I'm the nastiest bitch I know (Huh)
And I do a magic trick with my throat (Huh)
I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (Yeah)
He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed
Fuck it, baby, I'm a big deal
I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals
You gon' bust me down if the shit real
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (Cash)
Fuck me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (Huh)
Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "Bitch, hardly"
I'ma do that nigga like I'm Lori Harvey
[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was fuckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain (Frrt, cash)
Been a lot of things, not a regular person (Not a regular person)
I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtain (Sheesh)
He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin'
I be leavin' bitches feelings hurtin'
I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin'
Rapping but it sound like it’s a sermon
Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh
Fuck me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?"
He just want a rich bitch, Kim Kardashian
[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was fuckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah
[Outro: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain
