Jigga Who

Tre Trax, I think we got one It's Trax season bruh Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what) Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who) This beat gone move my body Broke boys stop acting salty Boy, what (boy what, boy, what) Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo) Put my feet in Jimmy Choos Need a blue check don't sing the blues Bitch I throw the back end back in Always laid always paid never lackin' Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin Why he callin' yo' phone? Bitch, ask him Girl, go call Tyrone You his bitch but I got the throne Pussy good but it ain't well known I'm a bad bitch you the shone Fendi on my body Ducking paparazzi Sneaking through the lobby Sing like Whitney dance like Bobby (ah) Burberry on a Sunday Rockin' Celine on a Monday Choppin' you hoes like a sensei Bitches know my body I don't need no X-Ray (hit me) Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what) Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who) This beat gone move my body Broke boys stop acting salty Boy, what (boy what, boy, what) Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo) Put my feet in Jimmy Choos Need a blue check don't sing the blues Bitch, what's the energy? Is you a opp or you a friend to me Bank account on infinity Pussy tighter than virginity Off-White for my off nights Make him buy the pussy first class flights Got the game on lock, what's the combination? Boy you ain't talkin' 'bout shit, what's the conversation? Anejo for my a holes Put my legs in the air with my white toes Nigga eat this cat 'fore it foreclose Not a DJ, but bitch I get chose Don't like red, we don't drink no Coke Fly bitch we don't do no coke Eat this ass, I don't need no throat I'on't want no simp nigga, drive this boat Jigga what (jigga what, jigga what) Jigaa who (jigga who, jigga who) This beat gone move my body Broke boys stop acting salty Boy, what (boy what, boy, what) Boy boo (boy boo, boy boo) Put my feet in Jimmy Choos Need a blue check don't sing the blues