Lyricist : Jada Amaurie Smith/christopher webster/Michael Griffin/Xavier Dotson/Otis Williams Jr.

Composer : Jada Amaurie Smith/christopher webster/Michael Griffin/Xavier Dotson/Otis Williams Jr.

We finna make a hit tonight, Pluto

Let's ride, ah

Let's go (Ride this shit just— come on)

Let's ride (Ha-ha-ha)

Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the ****?

Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as **** (We deep as ****, ho)

He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen,

put some Lulu on this butt (That Lululemon)

**** a scram, we gettin' money, fresh to death when I pop out, ho,

you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho)

Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, sung like a choir,

they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da)

Whim, wham, bitch you burnt out (Yo)

Whim, wham, oh, bitch I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt)

Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm)

That's my type, I'm tryna ****, bitch, and right now (Right now)

Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh)

Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure)

Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face

We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad

Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag

Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Shake that ass)

Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho)

Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie

Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me)

Okay, what's up?

Scram-ass ho, oh, yeah, you broke

We get some money, we want some more

If you ain't a ten then hit the door (Then hit the door, ho)

He want this cat, I'm makin' plays

No type of time, I'm makin' pape'

I might just put it in his face (I'm talkin' about in it)

Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Bitch, you burnt out)

Whim, whim, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt now)

Catchin' plays, stayin' out the way (Mhm)

That's my type, I'm trying to ****, bitch, and right now

Yeah, we gettin' money

Yeah, we gettin' pape'

Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face (Whim, wham)

We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad

Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag

Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie

I said, uh— you don't scare me

Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie)

Go get a bag ho (Get that bag), 'cause you don't scare me (Ho, what's up?)

Man, ah-ha-ha-ha

Talkin' about "The biggest"

Man y'all hoes (At all), talkin' about their scram ass (At all, at all)

Oh, I'm not playin'

You think this shit a joke?

We just made a hit on y'all hoes, we goin' up

Yeah, let's do it, y'all hoes shake that ass

What we doin'?