omg! Lyrics

She like oh my gosh

How the fuck you getting all of that money

You stacking that shit in your pockets

I had to go get myself some new pants

Cause that shit wouldn't even fit in my wallet

When it comes to the paper and getting the racks

You know I cannot lack, bae I'm all in

When it comes to yourself, you're a hoe, you're a bitch

I don't care what the fuck you want to call it

Got an ice out each from New Orleans

Trying to retire before I'm forty and chill with my kids

And read bedtime stories

I been on my grind for so long, I'm just trying to get a bag

Got no time for no shorties

Time for no shorties, time for no worries

You just mad

I got in my bag

Your hoe throw it back

Oh, now she too attached

She like oh my gosh

How the fuck you getting all of that money

You stacking that shit in your pockets

I had to go get myself some new pants

Cause that shit wouldn't even fit in my wallet

When it comes to the paper and getting the racks

You know I cannot lack, bae I'm all in

When it comes to yourself, you're a hoe, you're a bitch

I don't care what the fuck you want to call it

Got an ice out each from New Orleans

Trying to retire before I'm forty and chill with my kids

And read bedtime stories

I been on my grind for so long, I'm just trying to get a bag

Got no time for no shorties

Time for no shorties, time for no worries

Time for no shorties, time for no worries