"Jigga Who" lyrics

Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's Trax season bruh

Jigga what, jigga who
This beat gon' move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues

Bitch, I throw the backend back in
Always laid, always paid, never lackin
Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin
Why he callin yo phone, bitch ask him
Girl go call Tyrone, you his bitch
But I got the throne
Pussy good but it ain't well known
I'm a bad bitch you the shone
Fendi on my body, ducking paparazzi
Sneakin through the lobby
Sing like Whitney, dance like Bobby
Burberry on a Sunday
Rockin Celine on a Monday
Choppin you hoes like a sensei
Bitches know my body, I don't need no X-Ray

Jigga what, jigga who
This beat gon' move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues

Bitch what's the energy
Is you a opp, or you a friend to me
Bank account on infinity
Pussy tighter than virginity
Off white for my off nights
Make him buy the pussy, first class flights
Got the game on lock, what's the combination
Boy you ain't talking about shit, what's the conversation
Anejo for my a holes, put my legs in the air with my white toes
Nigga eat this cat 'fore it foreclose
Not a DJ, but bitch I get chose
Don't like red, we don't drink no coke
Fly bitch we don't do no coke
Eat this ass, I don't need no throat
I don't want no simp nigga, drive this boat

Jigga what, jigga who
This beat gon' move my body
Broke boy stop actin salty
Boy what, boy boo
Put my feet in Jimmy Choos
Need a blue check, don't sing the blues