[Intro]
fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
fu*k, fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon’ throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can’t front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh, she a dog with that sh*t (Roof)
Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy
I'm fu*k it 'til it ain’t no walls in that b*tch
When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like a [’Cedes?]
Oh, she a dog with that sh*t (Woof, damn, fu*k)
Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick
I be walkin' in and fu*kin’ up the summer and sh*t
When she walk in herе, she get to dun-dun-dunin' in this sh*t
Dropped thе cash out my bag go to thumbin' this sh*t
b*tch, I don't, I gotta, I don’t wanna, b*tch, I'm definitely rich
I paid your airfare for you 'cause definitely lit
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Chorus]
fu*k, fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm a big timer ni**a, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
That mean I'ma fu*k if she all in my city, yeah
You a broke ni**a, don't fu*k with me, yeah
You a broke b*tch, you might still get the dick
Ayy, pretty face, waist, ass, why I'm fu*kin' with you
I said, "fu*k that ni**a" 'cause I'm fu*kin' richer
He got a Richard Mille, ni**a, fu*k Richard
I'll be damned if I buy a leather bag for my hand, I'm drunk
Oh yeah, you gon' sleep after we fu*k but I don't know where
I go deep in her tree trunk, I fu*k, no care
Then I ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair
[Chorus]
fu*k, fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
fu*k it up, fu*kin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah