Bella Barz - Wadda Lyrics

I got that water
Hear that drip
I put water on my wrist
Chasing water with my bitch
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip

I got that water
Hear that drip
I put water on my wrist
Chasing water with my bitch
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip

I put water on my wrist
Got these bitches mad
I tell n***** I don't want love
I want a hunnid bags
A hunnid racks
A hunnid cash
You heard me n*****
Chanel bags with the double zippers
Floor seats at the Barclays
Eat my pussy on the freeway
Top down in a white Wraith
He said my pussy taste like Dusse
Bella Barz got that drip flow
Make a n**** wanna risk it all
Pussy wet like crisco
N***** thirsty like Brisk though
Got bitches twerking like disco
Thongs out like Sisco

When I flex with it
They upset with it
Got ex friends that can't flex with me
They mad so they talk shit about me
But ain't nothin' 'bout that ain't real about me
That ain't real 'bout me
That's all facts
They talk shit
But that's all cap
Only time I got my head down is when I'm counting racks

I got that water
Hear that drip
I put water on my wrist
Chasing water with my bitch
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip

I got that water
Hear that drip
I put water on my wrist
Chasing water with my bitch
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip
Drip
Drip
Colored water on the whip

I was dead broke
Now I can't believe it
Got bust downs for every season
Housekeeper do all the cleaning
Checked in at the Four Seasons
From waitress to YouTuber
Within a year I made six figures
I thank God for the bigger picture
Now I got fans asking for pictures
Bad bitch
I bet you thought I wasn't that rich
But I really am
Fly all my bitches out to the yams
Just 'cause I can
Understand I don't need a man
I'm my own plug
Buy what I want
Only time I hit him up
Is when I'm tryna f*ck

When I flex with it
They upset with it
Got ex friends that can't flex with me
They mad so they talk shit about me
But ain't nothin' 'bout that ain't real about me
That ain't real 'bout me
That's all facts
They talk shit
But that's all cap
Only time I got my head down is when I'm counting racks