[Intro: BIA]
(Aziz, Aziz, Aziz)
Uh, uh, uh
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
BIA, BIA
[Verse 1: BIA]
I'm the nastiest b*tch I know (Huh)
And I do a magic trick with my throat (Huh)
I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (Yeah)
He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed
fu*k it, baby, I'm a big deal
I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals
You gon' bust me down if the sh*t real
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (Cash)
fu*k me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (Huh)
Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "b*tch, hardly"
I'ma do that ni**a like I'm Lori Harvey
[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Married, that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fu*k that ni**a, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to gives
Don't talk to me, just buckle your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was fu*kin' you up
Treat it like a [?] the way I'm su*kin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, so you put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain (Frrt, cash)
Been a lot of things, not a regular person (Not a regular person)
I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtains (Sheesh)
He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin'
I be leavin' b*tches feelings hurtin'
I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin'
[?] like it's a sermon
Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh
fu*k me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?"
He just want a rich b*tch, Kim Kardashian
[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Married, that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fu*k that ni**a, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to gives
Don't talk to me, just buckle your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was fu*kin' you up
Treat it like a [?] the way I'm su*kin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, so you put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah
[Outro: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain