作词 : Maria Kelly/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Tank God/Vincent J. Van Den Ende 作曲 : Maria Kelly/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Tank God/Vincent J. Van Den Ende Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Verse 1 Fancy, classy, rich, nasty Wow, Yeah Bought a, BM, then I, crashed it Skrrt, What Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards Duh, Woah Pretty, bitch, breaking, your heart Haha, Yeah I'mma just handle my business Bitch get off my diznick Want to, but you can't hit this Ugh Stand out, so you can't miss this Huh FOMO, you don't wanna miss this Yeah I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas Yeah Wishlist, gift this Pussy on a hitlist, yummy Yummy Eat it like it's brеakfast Every nigga got me on they chеcklist Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection Bad bitches know if I present this Cars always tinted Why is your wig always lifted I don't know You a broke a nigga then I can't go Nails so long, nigga I can't roll Yeah you wanna ****, but I call him bro Haha Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Verse 2 I get six figures for a concert Yeah You need to blend more fix your contour Your bitch ain't bad she a eyesore Truth hurts, baby you should lie more Bitch It's always the basic bitches with the most to say If I press the button we gonna send him outer space Give me that plate, I just mother****in' ate Ate No he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day And he go down under, g'day mate I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date Spend it, spend it Louis, Chanel Balenci, Botega Sendin' the mail Kendress, bundles Pay for my nails Yeah Spending, numbers He said this isn't fair I said kiss it right there I need it right now If you can't butt it down then I'm leaving you here Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Outro Uh, alright Uh, alright Uh, alright Ooh, let's ride
作词 : Maria Kelly/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Tank God/Vincent J. Van Den Ende 作曲 : Maria Kelly/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Tank God/Vincent J. Van Den Ende Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Verse 1 Fancy, classy, rich, nasty Wow, Yeah Bought a, BM, then I, crashed it Skrrt, What Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards Duh, Woah Pretty, bitch, breaking, your heart Haha, Yeah I'mma just handle my business Bitch get off my diznick Want to, but you can't hit this Ugh Stand out, so you can't miss this Huh FOMO, you don't wanna miss this Yeah I'm the one he kinda want for Christmas Yeah Wishlist, gift this Pussy on a hitlist, yummy Yummy Eat it like it's brеakfast Every nigga got me on they chеcklist Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection Bad bitches know if I present this Cars always tinted Why is your wig always lifted I don't know You a broke a nigga then I can't go Nails so long, nigga I can't roll Yeah you wanna ****, but I call him bro Haha Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Verse 2 I get six figures for a concert Yeah You need to blend more fix your contour Your bitch ain't bad she a eyesore Truth hurts, baby you should lie more Bitch It's always the basic bitches with the most to say If I press the button we gonna send him outer space Give me that plate, I just mother****in' ate Ate No he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day And he go down under, g'day mate I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date Spend it, spend it Louis, Chanel Balenci, Botega Sendin' the mail Kendress, bundles Pay for my nails Yeah Spending, numbers He said this isn't fair I said kiss it right there I need it right now If you can't butt it down then I'm leaving you here Chorus Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You go' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me Outro Uh, alright Uh, alright Uh, alright Ooh, let's ride
