Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'kiya Johnson
Songwriter
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
Writer(s): Dkiya Johnson
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