Текст песни OMG BECKY! - Hollywood Younging

Ughhh
Check it
(Pull some of that bass out Bruce)
Oh my God, Becky
Look at that cake
Cmon and make it shake
A Real nigga need real bitch no debate
She know i'm off a perc so she knows I'm coming late like
Oh my God, Becky
Ass to grass, I'm bouta throw my cash
2+2 now im coming 4 that ass
Big body 7 bitches + me do the math

AMG sport plus so bouta do the dash
Made the bitch suck dick cause I didn't wanna smash
Put my 3 in her hoop and bouta make it splash
Keep yo strap on your hip what's it doing in yo stash
Keep yo strap on yo hip what's it doing in your trunk
And you better watch your bitch while she with with us getting drunk
I'll smoke a niggas homie before I go and smoke some bunk
Money Talk pt 1 me and my niggas with the funk
Yea
When I get up in that coochie she like mhmm
When I feel that perc hit im like mhmm
When she feel that pussy squirt she like mhmm

I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy
I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy
I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy
I'm getting jiggy I'm getting jiggy
She getting jiggy She getting jiggy
She getting jiggy She getting jiggy
She getting jiggy She getting jiggy
She getting jiggy She getting jiggy

Oh my God, Becky
Look who just text me
Now she wanna sext me
How I fuck the bitch and she just barely met me?
I'll cut the bitch if the bitch tryna upset me
Oh my God, Becky
Which should I pour? The wocky or the techy?
What should I wear the Gucci or the Fendi?
Which one should should I buy? The Rolls Royce or the Bentley nigga?
Fuck it imma get em both
Yea I had threesome cause I had to fuck em both
Nigga running off with crumbs while we getting to the loaf
Try reach for a chain imma smoke when you approach nigga