Bob - BDTDT lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, thumbin' through the check like *bdtdt* Your hoe blow my phone like *bdtdt* I pull up like *skrrt* *skrrt* Diamonds in my errrrs 200 on the drrrrsh Gotta ride in frrreigns Got your hoe like "ooh, ooh" Diamonds in my errrrs [Verse 1: London Jae] I got your hoe mayne, she on go mayne I got ice all in my chain like a snowman I'm the boss mayne, drinking bottles mayne Boy I got it, how you want it, order somethin' mayne [?] 200, run through that cash, 200, [?] havin' [?] 200 London and Bobby 200, get it, I got your b**h and she wit it Murder scene when I pull up, and she clean when I pull up Charlie Sheen when I pull up (Dro!), shoulder lean when I pull up Flyer than most, play the back seat in the ghost

I got the game of the year, I got that hoe on the choke Bad b**hes only, I got these hoes on the lean Couple of racks on my kicks, blood drippin' on my feet [Hook] [Verse 2: B.o.B] Shouts out to the crew No Genre, fame'll turn me to a monster I like Freddy Krueger's sweater, spray it like some shoe protector Roof just dissaprrrred, I can't take these b**hes srrrrus I f** your best friend and your best friend That gon' make us all best friends Uh, I was countin', they was doubtin', 80,000 on an Audi I got hoes, about a thousand, hit a b**h like Ronda Rousey b**hes all up in they feelings, the head of NASA's in the buildin' Where the f** you thought I been? Bobby Bands ain't got no ceilin' [Hook]