Intercontinental lyrics

[Intro]
(Underworld)
Uh-uh, uh (yeah)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (yeah)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh

[Chorus]
If the b*tch bad then I'm gonna throw her in the air (In the air)
Top floor intercontinental in the air (In the air)
I’m recording this sh*t and I'm chilling in the chair (In the chair)
Italian drip b*tch, I'm not playing fair (Not fair)
Hear ’em talking 'bout Rick but I got every pair (Every pair)
Hear 'em talking 'bout sh*t that they didn't even do (Didn't do)
Hear 'em telling them stories they weren't even there (Wasn’t therе)

[Verse]
b*tch we pull up, swing your block like a fair
I don’t talk to no thot, tell a boss b*tch comе here
Know they tryna be me, yes I'm very aware
Yes, my b*tch just like me and we both dyed our hair
And I let that freak b*tch play with my hair
I got proactive diamonds, they wet and they clear
I’m on Opium, I'm geeked up in here
This door, I'm closing it, you can't come in here
Uh, yeah, let’s go
And we having sticks all inside of here
Yeah I'm with this b*tch, I'm inside of her
Yeah, foreign the whip, I'm inside of it
Shades on outside, disguising b*tch
Teen X mode, b*tch I'm high as sh*t
Yeah, hundred round drum, put that sh*t on a stick
And we shoot it for days, ain't no reloading b*tch
And we still getting paid counting paper and sh*t
Fly that hoe to L.A., guess I paid for that b*tch
Fly that hoe to the L.A. to link up with twin
Disappear out the state and I'll do it again
Every day lit like a party, b*tch
b*tch I go hard like Jeff Hardy, b*tch
This sh*t ain't easy, it's hard as sh*t
She know who I am, break her heart and sh*t
How much I spent, don't get me started b*tch
Yes, I go special ed like retarded kids
Brand new fye, put a switch on that b*tch
Brand new whip, put a kit on that b*tch
Yes I'm lit in real life with this internet b*tch
Don't play with this sh*t cause we sending a hit
I'm countin' paper, they hatin' and sh*t
What I spent yesterday, man I made it back quick (made it back ho)
Yeah, and I made it back quick (Yes I did)
I'm with the gang in that Maybach, lil' b*tch
I done walked in that b*tch and I'm turnt up I'm lit
Got a bankroll on me and I'm fresh as a b*tch
Yeah, Givenchy, not Giuseppe b*tch
Yeah, the Ricky, not that other sh*t
Yeah, the Prada so precious lil' b*tch, you see YSL kicks watch your step in this b*tch
Yeah, and that Glocky it came with a kick
Yeah, big trip with a K and a cig
Yeah, and I love her but can't have no kid
Yeah, she love me but can't get a kiss
Yeah, and I ride by myself cause these n*ggas be rats they remind me of Disney lil' b*tch
Yeah, I was all by myself, I was down on my di*k now I'm up and they wanna be friends (Uh huh)
(Lets go, Lets go)
[Chorus]
If the b*tch bad then I'm gonna throw her in the air (In the air)
Top floor intercontinental in the air (In the air)
I'm recording this sh*t and I'm chilling in the chair (In the chair)
Italian drip b*tch I'm not playing fair (Not fair)
Hear 'em talking bout Rick but I got every pair (Every pair)
Hear 'em talking bout sh*t that they didn't even do (Didn't do)
Hear 'em telling them stories they weren't even there (Wasn't there)
(Let's go)

[Outro]
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go