Lipstick lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, guess what, though?

[Chorus]
I got ice all over my arms and rocks around my neck, b*tch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom floor, that's how you flex, b*tch
Only problem I got is what car should I get next, b*tch?
Smashin’ from the back, looked at her friend and said, "You next, b*tch"
I love skinny girls, but I prefer to have a thick b*tch
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I’m gon' f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick

[Verse 1]
Ben Frank, I live with (Woo), count that money real quick (Woo)
Used to want a plug, went to Cali, took a field trip (Hah)
Every day real lit (Lit), choker rocks real big (Rocks)
Them bad b*tches love the kid, wanna f*ck the kid, roll blunts for the kid (Yeah, yeah)
Before she got out of the car (Ayy, what you doin'?)
She had to fix her lipgloss, hah
VSs, they shine in the dark (Nighttime)
Roll the Gelato and spark (Hey)
Streets left me with no heart (Hey)
Put on ice just to cover the scars (Hey)
A movie of my life story (What?)
I wonder, should I sell it to Starz? (It's Dolph)
That young n*gga rich, ain't it, man? (Stupid)
My b*tch, she the sh*t, ain't it, man? (Hah)
I’m so smooth, I can drive my drop-top and not get wet in the rain (Skrrt)
488 at Blue Flame (Yeah)
Paper Route Frank my new name (Hey)
It sold out before I came (Hey, hey)
Trap like Rich Porter, ain’t it, man?
[Chorus]
I got ice all over my arms and rocks around my neck, b*tch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom floor, that's how you flex, b*tch
Only problem I got is what car should I get next, b*tch?
Smashin’ from the back, looked at her friend and said, "You next, b*tch"
I love skinny girls, but I prefer to have a thick b*tch
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon’ f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick

[Verse 2]
Don't compare me to nobody, please don't do it, I dare you (Uh-uh)
I'm the type of n*gga to take one-fifty, put in the Chevy (Racks)
I'm gettin' too much money, I stopped eatin' meat and started eatin' salads (Wealthy)
Glock just pulled up on me talkin' sh*t in the McLaren (Hey)
I bet I got more b*tches in Dallas than the Mavericks (It's Dolph)
Thirty thousand just for a sofa because the fabric (Woo)
Trap n*gga, but he legendary like Michael Jackson (Hee)
How you go and spend all of that money on drugs and fashion? (Uh)

[Chorus]
I got ice all over my arms and rocks around my neck, b*tch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom floor, that's how you flex, b*tch
Only problem I got is what car should I get next, b*tch?
Smashin' from the back, looked at her friend and said, "You next, b*tch"
I love skinny girls, but I prefer to have a thick b*tch
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz, I'm gon' f*ck up her lipstick