I don’t wanna talk about it
Ya I got a problem, can’t live without it
My shoes cost more than your whole entire outfit
Said you was about it
Said you want the action, yeah b#tch I doubt it
Screaming and I’m shouting
Your b#tch getting wet like a motherf#cking fountain
Handle all this paper like I look like an accountant
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, ay b#tch count it up
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah]
I don’t wanna fetishize it [I could give a f#ck
“Go outside” b#tch I’m always tryna hide it
Oh, wassup? I be chilling inside b#tch
I be chilling with my side b#tch
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah
Woah, [woah], woah, [woah]
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