Go back to when we walkin' in the club
Help, yo, play that belly from the top
Play belly from the top then I want you to go into the scene (papiyerr)

Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad

(Earl on the beat)

(Earl on the beat)

Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Dr

Nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
I get it out the muscle

Nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
I'm a grown ass woman (yeah)
I ain't a stranger to struggle
Nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

I hustle like my mama

If you a broke boy, stay the fuck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick
With a fuckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch
So what the fuck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick
With a fuckin' straight face
You said you fucked Miami, we don't b

(I'm a country nigga)
(Fuck with City Girls)
(Trap niggas)
Yeah (Trap niggas)
(Ayy, I don't really, really like rap niggas)
Yeah, look

Dope boy, bitch, I'm in Amiris (I am)
Plus I gotta swipe a ho, went and got the jewlery (Facts)
Dope boy shit, yeah, my favorit

Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I don't care
PB Large!
Make me care, bitch

Bitch, I'm living life so careless (careless)
Might throw a couple stacks, I'm careless
QC on my neck, 10 carats (carats)
Broke hoes tryna hate, I could care less
Bitch I'm living life too reckle

I'm from Liberty City (I'm from the Bridge)
Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me
Bitch, my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no co-d (No)
I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing

I

Thirty inch lace, so I sat on his face
I'm from the Loc's, I could tell you how the top feel
Quater mil on a new crib, red bottoms on blue heels
Pop bottles like New Years
If he tight I'ma rob him, if he sweet I'ma gobble him
If he rich, I'll slob him, if he broke, I'ma dodge

Yung Miami, ho
JT on the track

Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Told

(Twysted Genius, baby)
City Girl shit
City Girl shit

Bend it over, bust it wide (Bend that ass over)
I got a bitch scared to come outside (Come out, hoe)
I ain't Bonnie, fuck Clyde (Fuck that nigga)
You want a rich bitch, swallow your pride

This Audemars, your nig

Uh, I'ma motherfuckin' City Girl (period)
I talk shit (yup)
I like money (facts)
I like bags (haha)
The fuck

Boy, don't ever play a bitch, yes, I fuck friends (yup)
I don't see you other bitches, yes, I set trends
AMG, that's me, she a C-Class Benz
Bad bitch, wh

Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private
Won't as

NOVA gon' make that shit bang

Wanna know how it feels
To have somethin' that's mine, mine, all mine
Give me love, give me chills
Every time I ride, ride, ride, ride
Don't you let me fall in love for nothin', baby
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Don't you let me fall in lo

Y'all hoes done fucked up
Bitch, don't make me put my wig in a rubber band (band)
Wait
Slap a bitch down with the fuck shit
I'm talkin' to you ho
Y'all hoes better tighten up

Enough is enough, bitch
City Girls with the fuck shit
Nah, don't blame it on you drunk

Boy, I know you wanna fuck, listen
I was tryna fuck on you boy
Boy bring that dick here

I know you see me on IG, true!
I know you see me on Snapchat, true!
But you still don't pay me no attention, damn!
Listening to what them fuck boys mention, fuck them niggas!

S

Uh, Miami (ah yeah)
Yeah (ah yeah)

What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no

Face down, ass up

Ghetto ass chick
Break down green for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I love a fancy ass bitch
Diamonds on her wrist
Always

(Flashy)

Stylin', shinin'
I'm so flawless like my diamonds
I'm flashy
Big bags, price tags
You know all I wear is name brands
I'm flashy (ayy, look)

Good mornin', headed to Milan
You know I'm flyin' private, still be on my phone
Wearin' so much diamonds, l

(I got brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)
(What up noc)
What you workin' with?
Yeah, what you workin' with?
Uh, what you workin' with?
Show a real bitch what you workin' with

Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up
Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo

This is for Rachel, you big fat, white nasty, smelling fat bitch
Why you took me off the motherfuking schedule
With your trifling dirty white racist ass big fat bitch
And maluma body ass bitch
I'm coming up there and I'm going to beat the fuck
Out of you bitching don't even c