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She wants a Birkin bag, she’s gonna work for that
Drop it low and make it clap, uh, I’ma murk it, ah
Threw that on the cash app, she’s gon’ twerk for that
In the club, in my section, look like Murder Ave
I put the work in, back up on my bullshit
I don’t even know her name, but, damn, that body foolish
Walk up in the club and I’m feelin’ like the newest
Lamborghini drop-top, ooh, she wanna hop in it
Baby, you know I’m a savage
And when I get in it, I’ma
Slap it, slap it, slap it, slap it
Slap it, slap it, slap it, slap it
Slap it, slap it, slap it, slap it
Slap it, slap it, slap it, slap it
Money, power, respect
Need the diamonds and the cars and the private jets
Gotta get it for my dogs, can’t leave my guys in debt
She gon’ pay off all my bills, then slide on me for sex
Yeah, ooh, baby, tell me where you at
You got a new attitude, you should show me that
Yeah, I heard you with a dude, baby, he ain’t jack
Tell that boy to move, he don’t know what he doin’, oh
Baby, you know I’m a savage
And when I get in it, I’ma
