"Model Walk" lyrics
(Street kings, we make music)
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Bitches always in they feelings, what is really goin' on?
Blew a check on designer, throw the change at you bums
Got a Birkin on my arms, plenty Benjis in my wallet
Takin' off on you bitches, conversation be on private
When we land, tip the pilot, throwin' money, start a riot
You a fan, clap yo' hands if your pussy low mileage
We'll be ridin', no brakes, and we roll like tires
Got a nigga, he a eater, suck me like a vampire
See, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch on some real shit
We gettin' money, send a drill, that's the kill switch
Model walk on you bitches, got designer on my frames
Cuban links on my neck, all you hoes know my name
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Bad bitches make it pop like a rubber band
You ain't fuckin' with a juvenile, understand?
Chasin' money, big bags, big plans
A real boss on his arm like a wristband
She a hater, need work on her body
Flirtin' with your nigga when I pull up in a Mase'
If you don't do it for the money, it's a hobby
Make me drop a bag like I came up in the lobby
I tell 'em, "Hey, bighead," like Yo Gotti
Send a CashApp or put it in the bitch pocket
And I ain't trippin' if another bitch got it
Numbers don't lie, cut the check, that's a profit
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
(Street kings, we make music)
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Bitches always in they feelings, what is really goin' on?
Blew a check on designer, throw the change at you bums
Got a Birkin on my arms, plenty Benjis in my wallet
Takin' off on you bitches, conversation be on private
When we land, tip the pilot, throwin' money, start a riot
You a fan, clap yo' hands if your pussy low mileage
We'll be ridin', no brakes, and we roll like tires
Got a nigga, he a eater, suck me like a vampire
See, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch on some real shit
We gettin' money, send a drill, that's the kill switch
Model walk on you bitches, got designer on my frames
Cuban links on my neck, all you hoes know my name
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Bad bitches make it pop like a rubber band
You ain't fuckin' with a juvenile, understand?
Chasin' money, big bags, big plans
A real boss on his arm like a wristband
She a hater, need work on her body
Flirtin' with your nigga when I pull up in a Mase'
If you don't do it for the money, it's a hobby
Make me drop a bag like I came up in the lobby
I tell 'em, "Hey, bighead," like Yo Gotti
Send a CashApp or put it in the bitch pocket
And I ain't trippin' if another bitch got it
Numbers don't lie, cut the check, that's a profit
Bitches big mad, and these niggas can't have me
You a bum bitch, and your nigga want a baddie
Feelin' like Griselda with the money in the mattress
Model walk on these bitches when I come on, stop the traffic
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
Make him stop, pause, hol' up, wait
When I put this ass in yo' face
(Street kings, we make music)
Writer(s): Taylor Williams
