"favorite" lyrics

(Ayy-ayy, yeah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, ayy)
I seen her, she my—

Yeah, seen her, she my favorite, she gon' move it like some jello (Ayy)
Tell me what you need, red bottoms or stilettos? (Yeah, yeah)
Bih' gon' ride this shit, hands up in the air, though (In the air, though)
Bih' gon' ride this shit, grams for you, I got ammo (Ammo)
Bands, retarded (Retarded)
Hands, my body (Body)
Take that dose, yeah, chill, I got it, yeah (Yeah, I got it)
She be outside of that club, talkin' 'bout, "Carry me" (Talkin' 'bout carry her)
I can't save that bit', I don't think she hear me (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck with one of my goons, then I might catch a case
Better keep your head on a swivel, nigga, might catch a stray
Fuck 'bout that shit long as I be getting paid
Know I got that dope, flip the racks up on the table
Don't push me, I be on the edge
Neighbors say the dope too loud, fuck it, call the feds
Ayy, put a hundred thousand dollars on my fucking neck
Say what you want, nigga, I got to that check

Yeah, seen her, she my favorite, she gon' move it like some jello (Ayy)
Tell me what you need, red bottoms or stilettos? (Yeah, yeah)
Bih' gon' ride this shit, hands up in the air, though (In the air, though)
Bih' gon' ride this shit, grams for you, I got ammo (Ammo)
Bands, retarded (Retarded)
Hands, my body (Body)
Take that dose, yeah, chill, I got it, yeah (Yeah, I got it)
She be outside of that club, talkin' 'bout, "Carry me" (Talkin' 'bout carry her)
I can't save that bit', I don't think she hear me (Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)
(I can't save that bit', I don't think she hear me)
(I don't think she hear me)