Bia - AUTOMATIC lyrics

[Intro: BIA] What is divine light? BIA-BIA Aziz BIA-BIA [Verse 1: BIA] Push to start, automatic parts I don't even think I have a heart Tin Man, B.E.T after dark Dance emoji like I popped a narc He was feelin' on this pussy, so I threw that sh*t in park I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't fu*k him in no two-door Bring your man a b*tch and he gon' ask you find him two more I can teach you game for what these b*tches go to school for See me with the same hoes, I don't really fu*k with new who*es No [Chorus: BIA] Tell that ni**a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that ni**a) I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like) Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that ni**a) If hе want a date, then spend that stash on mе (Tell that ni**a) Tell that ni**a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that ni**a) I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that ni**a) So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that ni**a) [Verse 2: Doe Boy] Yeah Doe Bizzy got them racks, that's what they mad for If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, b*tch I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke Girl, that pussy good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, ho Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blowin' on demand (Rrah, rah, rah) I just fell asleep inside your ho, I'm off the Xan (Let's go, let's go) You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy) Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans (Rah, rah, rah) I fu*k on pop stars now, b*tch, I'm hot as fu*k (Mwah, mwah) You can't get this dick, b*tch, you not hot enough (Well, damn) ni**a say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up Popped a lotta opps, still ain't drop enough (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Just gettin' started My youngins, they stupid retarded (Grrr) Spotted an opp in a party Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (Skrrt) fu*k all my enemies (fu*k all my enemies) They ain't did sh*t to me Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me I secure my security (Oh, really) [Chorus: BIA] Tell that ni**a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that ni**a) I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like) Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that ni**a) If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that ni**a) Tell that ni**a hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that ni**a) I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that ni**a) So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that ni**a) [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] Don't got no b*tch on me, what the fu*k are you talkin' 'bout? (Not me) Young, wild ni**a, I don't cuff at all b*tches stay in they feelings, can't fu*k 'em raw (At all) You gon' su*k this dick when I see you Got a million stashed, I don't need you (No cap) Bought a million bags for these hoes Still stressed out and alone (What else?) One point five from the phone (Cash) Two point two on the road (What else?) Young turnt, ni**a, I'm goals But I ain't sh*t without my bros Can't wait 'til y'all get home Another day, ni**a, another dollar Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada I don't purchase none of that sh*t, but I got it East side, first ni**a from the hood on a G5 That was me, that was me