"WTM" lyrics
"WTM"
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (What's happenin', Chi Chi?, turn it up some more)
Ooh, ooh (Go)
Yeah (Backdoor), ooh (Backdoor)
Yeah (Backdoor), yeah
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (I turn a bitch on with this money)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (I turn a bitch on with this money)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (I turn her on)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (I turn her on)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (With these racks)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (With these racks)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (Yeah, with these racks)
I turn a bitch on with these racks (Ayy, ayy)
Me and Chi Chi, we go back-to-back (Back-to-back)
A highspeed in that Maybach, it's black (And skrrt)
In the trap all I know 'bout is packs (Is packs)
Know I make that bitch wet with these racks (With these racks)
Know I make that bitch squirt with this money (Squirt)
I know these Ben Franks make that bitch mouth wet (Mouth wet)
Wanna fuck, but I ain't pop me no Perc' yet (No Perc' yet)
Got the wave that these niggas ain't surf yet (Ain't surf)
I'm not trustin' these niggas or bitches (Nuh-uh)
What you spent on your shoes, ten-fifty? (Ayy, ten-fifty)
Ayy, ayy, it's Big Backdoor, so it's big business (Big business)
Back and forth with these racks like it's tennis (Back and forth)
I'm finna put this bitch out, she a tenant (She a tenant)
Ain't finna pour this shit out, I'ma sip it (Sip, ain't gon' pour)
Ain't finna put out this thoink, I'ma hit it (I ain't do it)
Ain't finna stop for police, I'ma hit it (I'm hittin')
I always knew that I'd be the biggest (The biggest)
Been been knowing since the beginning (The beginning)
Niggas gettin' dizzy from all of this spinnin' (Graow)
Lil' bitty shit that you savin', I spent it (Spent it, spent it)
Lil' bitty bitch that you savin', I hit it (Your bitch)
Uh, yeah, she let Backdoor fuck her mouth (Yeah)
I had told that bitch come to the house (To the spot)
I was hangin' her head off the couch (Off the couch)
Pull up, go get the racks and I bounce (And pull up)
Get another bitch, bae, can you count? (Can you do it?)
We in public, don't say no amounts (For sure)
Put the racks in the safe, no accounts (That's cool)
She was watchin' from two, three accounts (Okay, cool)
The bad bitch called me, said, "Bring me an ounce" (Bring me an ounce)
This shit like a robbery, Four in and out (In and out)
This lil' nigga dodgin', we killin' him probably (We killin' him probably)
The best at this shit, know I'm better, let's argue it (Better)
I'm way too a hundred, I don't do it like y'all do it (Nuh-uh)
These niggas ain't see through it, nigga, I saw through it (Seen)
And we BBQ'n it, I fuck the stewardess
Got fucked on the plane, like, "We shouldn't be doin' this"
He don't know Backdoor, I just know that he new to this (Uh-uh)
His bitch throw a four, he don't know, so he cool with it (Cool, cool)
I give back the ho, she can go, I was through with it (Give her back to him)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (With this money)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (With this money)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (With this money)
I turn a bitch on with this money, uh (I turn her on)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (With these racks)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (I turn her on)
I turn a bitch on with these racks, uh (With these racks)
I turn a bitch on with these racks (I turn her on, go)
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"Happy Halloween 6" (2024)
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