[Intro: Dos]
(Ill instrumental)
Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag
(Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag)
Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag
(Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag)
[Verse 1: Dos]
Two bad bitches with a flip right now
Two bad bitches with a whip right now
Two bad bitches with their tits right out
Oh lord, oh lord
Please come and save me, please come and save me
Molly for the raven
We ain't seeing up to the future
But I'm fucking in the uber, oh lord
We might fuckin' crash, oh no
Who the fuck knows?
Coke up on her nose, coke up on her nose
I might have to put my dick up in that, oh, oh
(Get it right back)
Put in Prada, it ain't nada, get it poppin'
Call me 'Papa' or somethin'
Dont you motherfuckin' call me
When I'm gettin' this money
Redbone, big [?]
Hold up, wait a minute
Trippin' LSD, oh
[Chorus: Dos]
Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag
(Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag)
[Verse 2: Dominic Fike]
Ay, I told them "Give me two somethin', make another two off 'em"
I feel like Jada P, I sip on [?] (yuh)
2k In that Louis V suitcase
Shoot-faced if a n*gga get stupid
I bring the, bring the, banger
Lex and luther [?]
This my business place, I never use it
This my turn to say some shit you hate
This my burn up blazing in yo' face
This my turn up, ain't shit you can say
Give my word, I bring it through the day
Plan to turn the priv- turning private school girls to pirates
Earning profit, doing shit that I wanted
Turn the profit (yuh)
Like Aphrodite, skin tight, black bikini
[?] by the poolside, n*gga
Do that bitch a secret service, like I [?]
Boy you fuck 'round with my brother
Blow yo' [?]
[Chorus: Dos}
Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag
(Two bad bitches in the motherfuckin back
Two (Two) hundred thousand and that Louis V bag)
[Verse 3: Dos]
D-D-Dollar, get your hype man (yes)
It's the hype man (yes)
I might have to roll my weed, pop a couple xans
Pop a couple xans
Pop the champagne
Make yo' bitch dance, on that fuckin' pole
She drop it so low, oh no, where we goin, sippin, oh
I might have to fuckin' go
N*gga [?]
Put my dragon balls up on yo' bitches palm (oh, yuh)
She love the fuckin' future now (yuh)
Smokin' on this what?
I'm smokin' on this wood
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