My Very Real Collab With 50 Cent

I come on the playlist, and I bet you do not skip me, uh
Pull up any city, prolly bitches fucking with me, uh
Find that little bitty, she off what I call a Whitney, uh
Roll up sticky-icky, now the whip look like a chimney, uh
Now, I'm fucking up my kidney, uh
Diamond nitty-gritty, got her blowin' like it's windy, uh
Draped all in Givenchy, my aroma got her grinning, uh
Blowin' out her back, she throw it back like she is pissy, uh (Uwu)

Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it

She obsessed with all the numbers and she posing on the Instagram
And she independent, making racks all off the OnlyFans
Neck got on a pentagram, I know I'm not your only man
Just try to make me happy for a moment like citalopram, fuck
I got sauce like an Italian
You ain't fucking with me, then you sleep like Drake off half a Xan
Miss me with the drama man, you basic like you Comic Sans
Can't fuck with all you bitches, you deluded like a Trisha stan

Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it