Doja Cat - Short Hair Mafia lyrics

(Intro) Oh my god, her hair (Verse One) I got a bad b**h Wrap her up in plastic Lookin' like a chocolate Valentine's candy Lookin' at your frame width Look at what she came with Fitted with a short cut But she's still my main b**h Brain like Cambridge Smokin' on some dank sh** Money speak a language Benjamin Franklin Kudos to my ex-hoe, on to the next hoe She can have my kitty But she ain't touching the cheques though OVO and XO pink juice sipping' On a double cup, living like a motherf**ing villain I'm chilling, I'm chilling, I'm posted And my b**hes roll it up so perfect And we blown' now we chokin' I ain't jokin', check the hashtag Hatchback, Fat man Going, going, gone And I ain't comin' back man The pigs round the corner n***a put it in your backpack I'm bad for they health Now they f**in' with that afflatus (Chorus) Short hair mafia If you with up stand up All my b**hes with the short cut Put your f**ing hands up Put your f**ing hands up Short hair mafia Put your f**ing hands up And cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, snip, cut, cut, cut, cut Snip