I B On Dat (remix) lyrics

Ass so fat I need a lap dance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some f*ckin' racks in
The stripper run into the pole when we back in
All gold Trinidad James on my Aston
It's me ho, it's me ho
Walk up in this b*tch, I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It's me ho, it's me ho
Walk up in this b*tch, I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
Okay, I walk up in this b*tch
I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
Pay your car note or get some money for that weave ho
Forty-five hundred blow it thеre go double C's ho
Michael throw Birkin bag if you tеll me please ho
She gon' make that ass clap
Pop that for a real n*gga
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real b*tches
Murder on that pus*y ho
I can't lie I kill b*tches
You gon' get like every bag and
Every shoe if I deal with you
Young n*gga ballin' like I f*ckin' hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these n*gga hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
'Cause every time you see Meek Milly, I look like a robbery