Aw yeah, mhm, Big Rye
So, so, so, so fly, huh huh
Uh yeah, you ain't a real one, say what?
Huh

Stop acting like a bitch, you making my sugar low
At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though
No time for the crime, don't freak it though
I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll
Ay, you making my sugar low
At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though
No time for the crime, don't freak it though
I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll

I just wanna party, I just wanna party
I just wanna party, I just wanna party
Save up all that bullshit and, get out of my body

It's giving pose for the camera, flick it up
Your face on the ground, boy pick it up
Ain't nobody around whose as sick as us
She wanna piece of this shit she gotta pick it up
Uh, if that's your bestie, gotta hype it up
She hot, but I'm spicier
Too hot to touch, yeah I'm a Pisces girl

G-Girl, I heard you talking out the side of they necks
I know they ain't talking less they talking 'bout checks
Get the word, yeah, now they talking 'bout sex
Don't get it twisted, I ain't trynna get big booties on tweak
Faces they getting kinda weak, big booties on fleek
They going all night like a paper roll

Stop acting like a bitch, you making my sugar low
At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though
No time for the crime, don't freak it though
I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll
Ay, you making my sugar low
At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though
No time for the crime, don't freak it though
I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll