OMG BECKY! Lyrics

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(Pull some of that bass out Bruce)

Oh my God, Becky

Look at that cake

Cmon and make it shake

A Real nigga need real bitch no debate

She know i'm off a perc so she knows I'm coming late like

Oh my God, Becky

Ass to grass, I'm bouta throw my cash

2+2 now im coming 4 that ass

Big body 7 bitches + me do the math

AMG sport plus so bouta do the dash

Made the bitch suck dick cause I didn't wanna smash

Put my 3 in her hoop and bouta make it splash

Keep yo strap on your hip what's it doing in yo stash

Keep yo strap on yo hip what's it doing in your trunk

And you better watch your bitch while she with with us getting drunk

I'll smoke a niggas homie before I go and smoke some bunk

Money Talk pt 1 me and my niggas with the funk

Yea

When I get up in that coochie she like mhmm

When I feel that perc hit im like mhmm

When she feel that pussy squirt she like mhmm

I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy

I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy

I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy

I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy

She getting jiggy She getting jiggy

She getting jiggy She getting jiggy

She getting jiggy She getting jiggy

She getting jiggy She getting jiggy

Oh my God, Becky

Look who just text me

Now she wanna sext me

How I fuck the bitch and she just barely met me?

I'll cut the bitch if the bitch tryna upset me

Oh my God, Becky

Which should I pour? The wocky or the techy?

What should I wear the Gucci or the Fendi?

Which one should should I buy? The Rolls Royce or the Bentley nigga?

Fuck it imma get em both

Yea I had threesome cause I had to fuck em both

Nigga running off with crumbs while we getting to the loaf

Try reach for a chain imma smoke when you approach nigga