[Intro: DJ Chose & Megan Thee Stallion]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
Real hot girl shit
I like 'em all, yeah
Light skin, dark skin, short
I like 'em tall, yeah, slim, thick
But under them jeans, that booty basketball, yeah
I need a freak (Freak)
I go deep (Deep), I like to eat (Eat)
So what's up? What's up? What's up?
[Chorus: DJ Chose]
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (Come here), ooh
Ashley (Ayy), ooh, Ashley (Ayy, Ashley)
I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick
She make me stutter
And her friends (Friends)
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi—, fuck, I want all of 'em
[Verse 1: DJ Chose]
Yeah, runnin' 'round the trap right now with a hundred bands on me, I be lookin' like a brick, yeah
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the .40, if you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by, lookin' good, shawty lookin' like a lick, uh (Like a lick)
Ass in the back like a cake with the ice cream shake, banana split
Pull up to the light and I told her, "Whoop-whoop," pull over, that ass too fat
Tell your boyfriend you don't want him no more 'cause you found you a **** with some racks (A gentleman, hmm)
Open your door (Hmm)
Take you to the store (Hmm)
Let you buy what you want (Hmm), yeah
I like NeNe 'cause she bad
I like Tay, she got that ass
I like Neisha, she got cash
We go out, sometimes she spazz
(What's up? You know like, what's up with all y'all?)
(Like, some of y'all thick, one of y'all, one of y'all thick)
[Chorus: DJ Chose]
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (Come here), ooh
Ashley (Ayy), ooh, Ashley (Ayy, Ashley)
I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick
She make me stutter
And her friends (Friends)
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi—, fuck, I want all of 'em
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
What's up, Texas? (H-Town)
All our bitches poppin' (What's up, Houston?)
I seen that OnlyFans, shit, what's up, Tyga? (What's up wit' it?)
He goin' stu-stu-stupid (Hey), eatin' that pussy (Hey), ah, ah, chewin' (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
He said, "Girl, you got that peach, but I know that ass came straight from Houston" (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, real hot girl shit)
I got hits, all these hatin'-ass hoes, look here (Yeah, yeah)
Hoes make four, five, six, fake pages (Huh?)
Just to come shade me in the comments (Huh?)
It's gettin' weird (Lame-ass hoes)
Bitch, I'm scared, admit it (Who, who?)
You really probably wanna give me head, let's get it (Ooh, ooh)
Shake like jelly, but it's thick, Jiffy (Baow, baow)
Go to the bathroom, yeah (Yeah), quickie, lick me (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich (Rich)
Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rich (Rich)
My bankroll thick, thick, thick (Ah)
All of these hoes so pi-pi-pissed (Hey, pissed)
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish (Hmm)
How many more niggas can I make tricks? (Tricks)
How many more stories they gon' spin? (Hey, hey)
How many more plaques me and Chose finna get? (Hey)
What's up, friend? (Hey)
[Chorus: DJ Chose]
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (Come here), ooh
Ashley (Ayy), ooh, Ashley (Ayy, Ashley)
I get hard when she walk past me (Look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick
She make me stutter
And her friends (Friends)
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (Thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi—, fuck, I want all of 'em (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro: DJ Chose]
I like Lex 'cause she bad
I like Lauren, I like Jas'
Shawty sneaky, thought she was slim
'Til I seen her from the back
She got thi-thi-thi-thi-thighs
Shawty be thi-thi-thi-thi-thick
She got w-w-w-w-wet
Made 'em all ptt-ptt-ptt-ptt, shit
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(Yeah, it's me, uh, mmm, yeah)
