Yeah, yeah, yeah My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard This— hit better than yours This— hit better than yours Come eat me out my draws Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card Bitch you better go hard This— hit better than yours This— hit better than yours Yeah She bounce it around and she poking it out she surf on the money she wavy Bend that shit over and look in his eyes Go tell that little nigga to pay me (pay up) Throw that ass like you Brady (brady) Blow a bag like you vaping (blow it) Pop it like some fireworks, I'm a popstar like I'm Katy (popping) Superman, no savin' (uh) Simon says you should pay me (pay up) Twerking ass on a private jet and he took us all on vacation (yeah) My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard This— hit better than yours This— hit better than yours Come eat me out my draws Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card Bitch you better go hard This— hit better than yours This— hit better than yours Hold on Nah, come here, don't you run from me I'm on top of your ass like a bumblebee Stabbing that back to back, I know you lovin' me Good girls, bring all 5s to the yard For the slime, bitch, you better go hard Got hoes throwin' ass infront of my car Bet' not waste my time, better play your part And I'm with a girl, twerk, shake earth, my God Bitch got a body, so [?], she exotic They gon' stop and stare when she go and pop it Wanna know how she got it, she tell everybody My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell em' Coi) This— hit better than yours (leray) This— hit better than yours (youngboy) Come eat me out my draws (okay) Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card (yeah) Bitch you better go hard (top!) This— hit better than yours This— hit better than yours Make 'em spend it He a trick, I'ma make him blow it Little ass but I'ma keep on twerking Brand new titties come see it in person Shout out my surgeon Broke niggas make me nervous He ain't throwin' dubs then his pockets hurtin' Cut a nigga off 'cause that shit was not working My brothers got Glocks and bitch, I got purses You bitches is pussy, you know I ain't worried You bitches can't dress, you know I ain't worried You bitches can't rap, you know I ain't worried Get in the booth, you know I ain't worried My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell em' Coi) This— hit better than yours (leray) This— hit better than yours (youngboy) Come eat me out my draws (okay) Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card (yeah) Bitch you better go hard (top!) This pussy hit better than yours This pussy hit better than yours