It's Bebe
Gucci
Murda
Murda on the beatz
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It
What you looking at all real, nothing on me plastic
When I stand up on my heels I be stopping traffic
You been looking at my a**, damn that thing Jura**ic
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
I been ridding through the West dodging paparazzi
[…] on my neck I be saucy saucy
[…] so dead, stepping out the coffin
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
I'm on the top
Don't even get me started 'cause I don't like to stop
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It, That's It, That's It
That's It, That's It