Nasty lyrics

[Intro]
Squat made the beat
Go Grizzly
Huh?
You must be deaf
What, ayy

[Chorus]
She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?)
He wanna trust the b*tch, she left him for more dollars (b*tch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean)
I cannot trip or slip, b*tch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I’m doin' 'em nasty (Ayy)
Got chicken like Zaxby’s
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (What?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty
I'm doin’ ’em nasty, ew

[Verse 1]
Hundred fifty racks, doin' ’em nasty
Bought a Richard Mille, 200K, bougie and classy, b*tch (What? b*tch)
Drop 50K on her wrist, I'm on my sh*t (My sh*t)
'Nother quarter mil on a Bent, ooh (Skrrt)
Pull in the Porsche, flexin' exactly (Flex)
I want the b*tch, I won’t let her pass me
I told Dex, we need more zeros on them checks (Huh?)
So we can flex, 100K, that's a bet (A bet, ayy ayy ayy)
Bend her over, I'ma do her nasty (Do her nasty)
She a freak, actin' like she classy (Classy)
Bend her over for the first time, call me daddy (Rich, ayy)
Bust a nut and I'ma send her home in a cabby (Yeah)
[Chorus]
She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?)
He wanna trust the b*tch, she left him for more dollars (b*tch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean)
I cannot trip or slip, b*tch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (Ayy)
Got chicken like Zaxby's
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (What?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty
I'm doin' 'em nasty, ooh ooh ooh, ew

[Verse 2]
Put a Birkin on her, now she classy now, ayy
It's an AP, I might bust it down, ooh
A Keisha or Cassie
In the attic, money gettin' so ashy
I f*ck her, she happy (Huh?)
Freak b*tch always tryna harass me
Pull up, my Bentley do donuts
Too much money, it don't fold up
I'm takin' b*tches, put your hoes up
I'm smellin' like money, she holdin' her nose up
Lamborghini, hold the doors up
I was broke, now I'm froze up
Keep the money so closer
Fake diamonds, n*gga no sir (Nah)
She wanna drip, bought her some new heels (New hills)
I wanna geek, I popped like two pills (Two pills)
That's your b*tch (b*tch)
I f*ck her, she roadkill (What?)
The titties is fake, but the ass real
[Chorus]
She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?)
He wanna trust the b*tch, she left him for more dollars (b*tch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean)
I cannot trip or slip, b*tch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (Ayy)
Got chicken like Zaxby's
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (What?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty
I'm doin' 'em nasty, ew