Two Rings lyrics

[Intro: V-Nasty]
Lean queen!
V-Nasty in this muf*cka
Aye, Chris, turn that sh*t up
Okay

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]
Said I'm hotter than a flame comin' outta that BIC
And I'm hotter than the AIDS burnin' on that boy di*k
And I'm hotter than the b*tch that you thought you was with
But that b*tch stay choosin'
Now she bringin' me chips
And I'm high everyday when I'm off of that lean
Everybody in my hood call me the queen
35th b*tch, I put on for my team
IF you disrespect that, I'mma call the f*ckin' scene
Step outside, all white, presidential
Yeah, I'm gettin' money, but b*tch that's presidential
Just like Gucci, no pad no pencil
One thing about me, I kill instrumentals!

[Chorus: V-Nasty]
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Three bad b*tches, one Asian and two Italian
[Verse 2: Country]
I got a bad b*tch every n*gga want
She keeps a wet pus*y, she from california
Bring the money home, its all on a b*tch
I don't f*ck with broke hoes, I'm picky b*tch
Where the lean at?
I'm tryna nod out
I'm in a Porsche truck, b*tch I hide out
I got grab the profit, its at the traphouse
Its time to call the Cubans, b*tch I'm on my last ounce

[Chorus: V-Nasty]
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Two rings, a chain and a medallion
Three bad b*tches, one Asian and two Italian