Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'kiya Johnson
D'kiya Johnson
Songwriter
Cleo Rahman
Cleo Rahman
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah Burning it up Walk the spot we gone turn this shit up Out wit the gang Got em we throwing it up Flick of the camera Now we Posing it up Look at my wrist Look at my bitch Dior with chrome Heart on the fit I did some bad Still need da gifts I need some bags Send me ya pin Uhhhh and (spend)(that shit( Bad bitches throw fitties Showing my ass and my titties He like it when It get neekyy And I'm poppin Shiit Turned bossed up Expensive shit What it cost it us He hooked on my body He starstruct High like he smoking on startdust I'm in the spot in and it's hot tonight Baby keep feedin my appetite We get the signal like satellite I'm bout to beam it up get it right I need a whole lotta fly shit Baby know Imma sit pretty Pretty teeth match my pretty Ass face And you know imma get litty Slide thru New York City Stunna Dior straight dripping Im not even dressed tonight But I'm outside and we still getting it Shut down the club with 8 bottle bottle All the baddies look like models I don't even want to talk to a trick if he ain't talking Dolla I'm in the spot in and it's hot tonight Baby keep feedin my appetite We get the signal like satellite Sipp on my body I'm fine as wine I only link niggas Half the time Other half They feinin on my line Want me to sign on the dotted line Burning it up Bad bitches we gone turn dis shit up Out wit the gang Got em throwing it up Cameras out we gon flick the shit up I'm in the club it's hot tonight I'm with big stunna we getting right Get sturdy Whooo aight Fan it off Get tight I'm in the spot in and it's hot tonight Baby keep feedin my appetite We get the signal like satellite I'm a bad bitch i don't stay in line I make a Nigga pockets hurt I see him don't have to flirt Pulling up looking desert
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