Lyricist : RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Joshua Goldin-McCarthy/Bryson Potts/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

Composer : RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Joshua Goldin-McCarthy/Bryson Potts/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[Intro: Ice Spice]

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (Grrah)

Now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a n***a that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]

Munchin' me down and say, "It taste like water"

Do niggas foul 'cause I'm my mother's daughter

Fine lil' shit, and her money got taller

Rappers ain't shit, I might **** with a baller (Baller, baller)

Might **** with a scammer

Best of both worlds, like I'm Hannah Montana

Sold out show when I be in Atlanta

Tweakin' together like Ruler Santana

[Chorus: Ice Spice]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (Grrah)

Now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a n***a that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]

Ayy, she wanna hold on my chopper

She's by the hopper, she buy on the problem (Krr)

Yeah, mama hotter than lava

She driving me crazy, I need her asylum

Eat it up, eat it up, grab me, keep it up

Don't slow down to your bust, like a Nina

No glove, OJ, condom, no way

Rolled up with her is the only way

[Chorus: Ice Spice]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (Grrah)

Now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a n***a that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

[Verse 3: DaBaby]

Baby, when we going, put my gun in your bag

My mama say she think that I'm a thug and she mad (Hey)

See, she tryna keep her shape right

She been in the gym, they in love with her ass

Addicted to it, she must be a drug 'cause she dead

Married to the money, I'm in love with the cash

Hatin' for a minute, niggas love when you crash (Uh-huh)

Put it on, it's fitted, it's a dub on his ass (Dub)

Super fine s**t

Never been too friendly if you asked, I probably wouldn't give a hug to your ass (Nope)

Let me put the AR with the drum in your bag (Brr)

Lacking like we in this bitch's love when we smash (Smash, smash)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus (Grrah)

Now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a n***a that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote