Yeah
This some hot shit right here
What
What
Look
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down
They trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
I run it up like cardio
These bitches outta breath, woah
I know they be talkin shit
But they won't ever step, no
I'm vibin I be layin low
Ain't no rush I take it slow
He like when I do it like I'm movin on a stripper pole
I'm poppin pussy on the floor
Get down on my hands and toes
Body anaconda how its movin
Yeah I'm slatt fasho
They after me cuz I'm a pro
Do it like I run the show
Booty talkin back its tryna greet ya like it said hello
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down, they trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
Slim thick with a waistline
Pretty on the Facetime
I could give a f*ck about your bag
Ima chase mine
Niggas think I'm mad, hell naw
I'm just fine
Bitches outchere do the most
I'm living my best life
I will never fold yeah I'm straight to the point with it
All this competition in my face
I'm enjoying it
And she just started off with the race
Make some noise for her
Haddie coming straight for the crown
Yeah I'm owning it (PERIOD)
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Hold up, wait
I'm double-lappin em
Yeah I'm kicking dust in they face while I laugh at them
Haddie took a break from the bars
Now I'm back again
And I don't plan on stopping til I stack me up some Benjamins
Hey, I'm tryna stack me up some Gouda
Money over everything, that's all on my medula
I ain't really mean to spazz
But I guess I had to do it
Ain't no other way to prove it
Tryna get you with the movement, wassup?
Haddie the Baddie - Check the Score Lyrics
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Yeah
This some hot shit right here
What
What
Look
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down
They trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
I run it up like cardio
These bitches outta breath, woah
I know they be talkin shit
But they won't ever step, no
I'm vibin I be layin low
Ain't no rush I take it slow
He like when I do it like I'm movin on a stripper pole
I'm poppin pussy on the floor
Get down on my hands and toes
Body anaconda how its movin
Yeah I'm slatt fasho
They after me cuz I'm a pro
Do it like I run the show
Booty talkin back its tryna greet ya like it said hello
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down, they trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
Slim thick with a waistline
Pretty on the Facetime
I could give a f*ck about your bag
Ima chase mine
Niggas think I'm mad, hell naw
I'm just fine
Bitches outchere do the most
I'm living my best life
I will never fold yeah I'm straight to the point with it
All this competition in my face
I'm enjoying it
And she just started off with the race
Make some noise for her
Haddie coming straight for the crown
Yeah I'm owning it (PERIOD)
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Hold up, wait
I'm double-lappin em
Yeah I'm kicking dust in they face while I laugh at them
Haddie took a break from the bars
Now I'm back again
And I don't plan on stopping til I stack me up some Benjamins
Hey, I'm tryna stack me up some Gouda
Money over everything, that's all on my medula
I ain't really mean to spazz
But I guess I had to do it
Ain't no other way to prove it
Tryna get you with the movement, wassup?
This some hot shit right here
What
What
Look
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down
They trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
I run it up like cardio
These bitches outta breath, woah
I know they be talkin shit
But they won't ever step, no
I'm vibin I be layin low
Ain't no rush I take it slow
He like when I do it like I'm movin on a stripper pole
I'm poppin pussy on the floor
Get down on my hands and toes
Body anaconda how its movin
Yeah I'm slatt fasho
They after me cuz I'm a pro
Do it like I run the show
Booty talkin back its tryna greet ya like it said hello
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah
Bussdown on that Fashion Nova
Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe
Lookin like a hunnid bricks
Smellin like a pound of dope
Puffin on that Russian cream
Sippin on that VSO
My bitches down, they trained to go
TTG, we turn em up
Breakin niggas left and right
We dip until they can't no more
Haddie winnin check the score
I'm rackin clout up with my dough
Bitches tryna play me
I said do I look like Mario?
Slim thick with a waistline
Pretty on the Facetime
I could give a f*ck about your bag
Ima chase mine
Niggas think I'm mad, hell naw
I'm just fine
Bitches outchere do the most
I'm living my best life
I will never fold yeah I'm straight to the point with it
All this competition in my face
I'm enjoying it
And she just started off with the race
Make some noise for her
Haddie coming straight for the crown
Yeah I'm owning it (PERIOD)
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, I said
Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin'
I got my bitches on go
And they don't know how to listen
I got some niggas with poles
And they'll squeeze if I tell em
They'll get to clickin and clackin
If bitches don't come correctly, wassup
Hold up, wait
I'm double-lappin em
Yeah I'm kicking dust in they face while I laugh at them
Haddie took a break from the bars
Now I'm back again
And I don't plan on stopping til I stack me up some Benjamins
Hey, I'm tryna stack me up some Gouda
Money over everything, that's all on my medula
I ain't really mean to spazz
But I guess I had to do it
Ain't no other way to prove it
Tryna get you with the movement, wassup?
Writer: Hadiyatou Diallo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid