Fagata: WOW

Bitch casts me a crooked stare as i storm into the club (Wow)
She looks like I'm fuckin' with her man or somethin' (What?)
Did I ever do her wrong? - I sure as hell don’t remember (E, e)
If she’s eyeballing my ass, that’s on her, ain’t my damn fault (Uh)
Y’all must’ve lost your fucking minds up in your skulls (Exactly)
Buyin’ a grill instead of whitening your teeth (Haha)
Empty heads, yet diamonds dangling on your necks (Hihi)
You can burn a million bucks and you’ll still walk broke

Panties peekin’ outta your pants (Uh-uh)
Wanna start beef with me?—You’re fuckin’ out of your chance (Uh-uh)
They yap about Fagata (Uh-uh)
Hopin’ I’ll say something ‘bout ’em (Uh-uh)
I’m drippin’ so fucking hard (Uh-uh)
They ain’t got one damn drop of that (Uh-uh)
You act all trendy AF (Uh-uh)
But you look like fucking homeless rats (A!)

Woah, woah (Woah)
These bitches are fuckin’ shocked again
I roll in — my ass XL size, size (Ey, ey)
You can’t fuckin’ keep up, you’re far too behind (Ey, ey)
I rock Chanel kicks—your sorry-ass Vans, Vans (Aha, aha)
These hoes got problems again (Ey, ey)
I step in with my whole crew, crew (Pow, pow)
Don’t take it personal (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, brra)
You fuckin’ know it’s all ‘bout the cash, cash

Bitches on your tracks want to compare themselves to me (Yeah)
I ain’t Wojtek Gola—I’m bi, I don’t hide, get that shit straight (Too real)
Life’s more fun—sometimes it’s a dude, sometimes a chick (Mwah)
That’s that sexy pussy style straight outta Konin, bitch (Haha)
Ass so fucking big it doesn’t fit in my jeans (Aha)
Pockets stuffed with cash—so much that it's uncomfortable to walk
I sit on his face ’til he can’t fucking breathe (Aha)
Countin’ stacks all day—this is how I get my fucking dream

Panties peekin’ outta your pants (Uh-uh)
Wanna start beef with me?—You’re fuckin’ out of your chance (Uh-uh)
They yap about Fagata (Uh-uh)
Hopin’ I’ll say something ‘bout ’em (Uh-uh)
I’m drippin’ so fucking hard (Uh-uh)
They ain’t got one damn drop of that (Uh-uh)
You act all trendy AF (Uh-uh)
But you look like fucking homeless rats (Brra!)

Woah, woah (Woah)
These bitches are fuckin’ shocked again
I roll in — my ass XL size, size (Ey, ey)
You can’t fuckin’ keep up, you’re far too behind (Ey, ey)
I rock Chanel kicks—your sorry-ass Vans, Vans (Aha, aha)
These hoes got problems again (Ey, ey)
I step in with my whole crew, crew (Pow, pow)
Don’t take it personal (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, brra)
You fuckin’ know it’s all ‘bout the cash, cash