(Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower)
(I know your hoe, she know us, she actin' up, I told her)
(Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower)
(I told her, "Drop it lower," baby, come drop it lower)
Everyday we posted up, don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
Youngest millionaires in town, these bitches don't how to act
Runnin' up to the club, yeah, we're getting fucking laid
Off Bacardi and some coke, told this bitch to suck my dick
Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower
I know your hoe, she know us, she actin' up, I told her
Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower
I told her, "Drop it lower," baby, come drop it lower
I'm out with those bitches, see me popping so much Xans
See me everywhere you met us, welcome, still gon' let you hit, uh
You can't have my number, nah, you can't have the photo
You can't have my heart, nah bitch, you can't have the photo
You can't have a picture, you can't have a photo
Chillin' with your bitch, yeah, I had to let you know
You can't have a picture, you can't have a photo
Chillin' with your bitch, yeah, I had to let you know
This bitch acting crazy, had to tell her, "Tell me why, why?"
I already told her, "I'm sorry," a hundred times, times
Pull up to the party, your friends will tell lies, lies
Don't act like you know me, you don't know shit about my life, life
Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower
I know your hoe, she know us, she actin' up, I told her
Bitch, sit, hold up, drank got me movin' slower
I told her, "Drop it lower," baby, come drop it lower
Baby, come drop it lower
Baby, come drop it lower
Baby, come drop it lower
Baby, come drop it lower
