Verse 1: OG Diezal
Awww, that's all you want love
A Benz truck, rimmed up
You don't want love
Cause these niggas is jive, and hoes be fake
I don't worry her, I'm not from Golden State
Her only goal is cake
Most her clothes be fake
But if you hold enough gold, then your soul she take
In hopes of a rebate, you know cash back
On her birthday, she posted a cash app
But that ass fat
So these niggas lurking
Now she all on Instagram, in the mirror twerking
Her daughter in the next room, doing the same thing
Her son in the streets, learning how to gang bang
She claim her baby daddy ain't shit
He's not a baller, they always argue bout the same shit
Cause he ain't got enough
And she go out too much
But even if your popular, it ain't no popping up
Wooow!
Chorus: OG Diezal
Shorty bad, she hot think she's a factor
All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor
NBA player or maybe a street baller
She got a fat ass, you got that bag
You could call her
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada
Christian Loubiton at the Ramada
Champagne with lipstick on the collar
Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her
Verse 2: Amaysn
In the Mercedes chill, conversation playa skilled
Know to play my position but today, I play the field
Golden with the Dayton wheels, supple leather touch her thigh
And really gave her chills, my game cold
90 below minus the wind chill
Heartbreaking sincere, all in your ass bout this cash
I'm a shit smear
Flow set above and beyond, call it tenth gear
Matter fact the tenth tier, anywhere the winds fair
Baby I'm Amaysn, many playas hope to get here
Jersey in the rafters, pictures snapping plus the fans cheer
Everywhere I travel, leave em in the rapture disappear
Have em wishing under photo captions, how much they was there
Poppa was a rolling stone, guess the youngin followed steps
Pretty Tony in my veins, Golden Joey had to rep
Money pimpin and respect, never ever chase a bitch
Always gotta chase a check
Bitch, you should know the rest
So have my T's and my I's correct
It's AOB and nothing less
You're in the presence of the best
So why would you settle for less
Clearly the one to impress
Look at how neatly I'm dressed
Higher grades keep me from stress
Your miss a fiend, she can feel me in her flesh
Chorus: OG Diezal
Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor
All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor
NBA player or maybe a street baller
She got a fat ass, you got that bag
You could call her
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada
Christian Loubiton at the Ramada
Champagne with lipstick on the collar
Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her
Verse 3: Roo Show
Yo this Roo, Mic check 1, check 2
She choose her dudes like, duck duck goose
It's like she tapped on your shoulder, have you running in circles
Understand she ain't playing, she don't plan to reimburse you
So that money that you spent, won't mean a thing when she curve you
Man, this ain't no cheap woman
Shorty order lobster and steak, keep the drinks coming
Thank you for the dinner and the ride, it don't mean nothing
The waiter say Ciroc or some Henny, she said both of em
This bitch
Hit or miss, you gone go out swinging
I guess it's worth a couple dollars short on your car payment
Dog that's a bad move, no wonder your frustrated
Two guys ahead of you, probably spend your whole summer waiting
Just to get skipped, niggas is cutting in line
Shit if this your 3rd date, I'd say your wasting your time
She'll see you tonight, yeah, she'll call you at 9
But of course shorty be lying
And she thinks she's a dime, one of a kind
And yeah
Chorus: OG Diezal
Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor
All she ever wanted, was a rapper or a actor
NBA player or maybe street baller
She got a fat ass, you got that bag
You could call her
Gucci, Louie, Fendi can't forget that Prada
Christian Loubiton at the Ramada
Champagne with lipstick on the collar
Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her