Bali Baby, Majorlilkween - Bitches In Paris lyrics
[Bali Baby, Majorlilkween - Bitches In Paris lyrics]
Aye, aye
My bitch, fine, aye, just like China, ah
Bad bitch in Designer, ah
Hundred dollar lineup, ah
She goin' brazy, I sign her
Shakin' that ass, I get behind her
Show your location so I can find ya
Ooh, damn, she lyin', ah
Bitch, why you wastin' my time?
Can't trust these niggas, they droppin' dimes
Paris, Milan, France
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
We go to Paris, we go to
M-M, we go to France, aye
Yeah, reapin' the runway
Fuck up the club on a Sunday
Maison Margiela my shoes and my pants
I be countin' this money
I need some more hands
Hop off the private jet
Heard you was poppin' shit
Don't want apologies, give me a fuckin' check
Diamonds on VVS
They wanna fuck but I'm makin'
Them eat it first bitches is trippin'
They don't got a password
You want the smoke, give you what you ask for
Shittin' on bitches, I guess I'm a asshole
Hop on your track and I make it go platinum
Double the money, me and Bali
You know how we comin'
Drop out the Lamborghini, engine roarin'
Titties bussin', body bussin', semi bussin'
Livin' lavish, I'm in Paris up to somethin'
Dance, baby, I'ma keep these
Bands comin', yeah, ooh
Dance, baby, I'ma keep these bands comin'
Heard 'em talkin'
They ain't really sayin' nothin'
Majorlilkween topic of discussion purr
Paris, Milan, France
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
We go to Paris, we go to
M-M, we go to France, aye
My bitch, fine, aye, just like China, ah
Bad bitch in Designer, ah
Hundred dollar lineup, ah
She goin' brazy, I sign her
Shakin' that ass, I get behind her
Show your location so I can find ya
Ooh, damn, she lyin', ah
Bitch, why you wastin' my time?
Can't trust these niggas, they droppin' dimes
Paris, Milan, France
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
We go to Paris, we go to
M-M, we go to France, aye
Yeah, reapin' the runway
Fuck up the club on a Sunday
Maison Margiela my shoes and my pants
I be countin' this money
I need some more hands
Hop off the private jet
Heard you was poppin' shit
Don't want apologies, give me a fuckin' check
Diamonds on VVS
They wanna fuck but I'm makin'
Them eat it first bitches is trippin'
They don't got a password
You want the smoke, give you what you ask for
Shittin' on bitches, I guess I'm a asshole
Hop on your track and I make it go platinum
Double the money, me and Bali
You know how we comin'
Drop out the Lamborghini, engine roarin'
Titties bussin', body bussin', semi bussin'
Livin' lavish, I'm in Paris up to somethin'
Dance, baby, I'ma keep these
Bands comin', yeah, ooh
Dance, baby, I'ma keep these bands comin'
Heard 'em talkin'
They ain't really sayin' nothin'
Majorlilkween topic of discussion purr
Paris, Milan, France
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
Dance, baby, dance, baby, dance
We go to Paris, we go to
M-M, we go to France, aye