BIA Lyrics

Phone blowing up but so is my status so get in line

Exes gon hit me like how you been doin

But you see the motion, i'm doin fine

Girl I be busy so you should be happy i'm back in the city

And making time

First it was Keisha but then it was Tori

And both of 'em down to go take a ride

New chick and she look like BIA

Broke niggas man I wouldn't wanna be ya

locked in with my twin, no Tia

Dropping music like this is a re-up

On God i'm sill tippin' on 4 4's

And my new bitch do scam on the low low

Two shots in the dark

Pow pow, hit the mark

Check my the cart, got bread by the boat load

Look into the mirror, i'm feeling myself

I'm getting booked, can't fit on no shelf

You niggas look bad, i'm lookin' like wealth

The money come fast, but that I can't help

Say bye to your lady, she coming with me

In the whip, banging' SWV

She digging my style, she say that i'm flee

Stop texting her phone, nigga she sleep

Are you down to swing enough with me

Or could you be

Another one in my collection from the road

Listen baby, you know how it goes

Are you down to swing enough with me

Or could you be

Another one from my collection on the road

You know how it goes

Body good, shape banging

When you throw it back on me, you amaze me

Tellin' people that you ain't crazy

But you'll choke a chick like Wayne Brady

I been out in the field tryna get it popping

Ima keep it real, you the only option

You be tellin' yo gram we locked in

Got yo ex mad, that nigga watching

When a real nigga hit yo line

You should pick it up and never ever trip 'bout it

Play yo part and never play with emotions

And you'll get the love and a trip out it

I ain't seen you in a while

We shoulda been kicked it

You sippin the gin or the wine

That ain't none of your friend's business

Walk in the room, let's do what we do

I'm tryna see you with no pants on

You grab the aux and put on that Jeep Lovin

And you say this my damn song

Hit her with the dougie like Rico

Lay up, swish, free throw

You can have the pics, don't leak those

Cause you don't want nobody sayin you a freak hoe

Face pretty and the ass fat

Waist line do the disappearing act

Phone buzzin I be up in the stu

On my life it's true but you ain't hearin' that

I been out here on my young, fly nigga shit

I put that on my mama 'nem

When I touch down, come through to the spot

You already knowin' what time it is