DUMB lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
(Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, n*gga?)
I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch" (Hitmaka)
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)

[Chorus: Rican Da Menace]
She a big, big flipper, a money getter (Getter)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Give me that)
She a wolf, grain gripper, a lane switcher (What?)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Huh?)
First name Classic (b*tch), middle name Nasty (Ooh)
Broke gang sus, but a b*tch ain't laughin' (Haha)
I can't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas, broke n*ggas ashy (Yeah)
Pull up on me, b*tch is you dumb? I'm just askin' (Hello, the f*ck?)

[Verse 1: Rican Da Menace & Juicy J]
Hoes fightin' over n*ggas, they so out of line (They out of line)
b*tch ain't got no business, why she all in mine? (Get the f*ck out)
Ran up all these M's before I'm twenty-five (Yeah, b*tch)
If it ain't an AP, ho', that's just a waste of time (Yeah, ho')
Pulled off on Wafi with a flooded neck (Neck)
I don't wanna hear no talkin', 'less you got a check (Check)
Goofy b*tch, stop bluffin', you think you a threat? (The f*ck?)
Rich b*tch from my city, what you expect?
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "b*tch"
Weak-ass, b*tch, weak-ass, b*tch
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
[Chorus: Rican Da Menace & Moneybagg Yo]
She a big, big flipper, a money getter (Getter)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Give me that)
She a wolf, grain gripper, a lane switcher (What?)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Huh?)
First name Classic (b*tch), middle name Nasty (Ooh)
Broke gang sus, but a b*tch ain't laughin' (Haha)
I can't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas, broke n*ggas ashy (Uh, uh, uh)
Pull up on me, b*tch is you dumb? I'm just askin' (Hello? Go)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Matte-black Lambo, ashy (Skrrt)
Quarter-pound of truffle, smell it when you walk past me (Go)
Yeah, we can play around, long as we got an understandin' (Yeah)
You're cut off soon as you f*ck up, you don't get too many chances (How you comin'?)
Look how I mix the Prada sweater with Bottega slippers (Splash)
Call me Mr. Put-It-On, certified dripper (Bag)
She want a player that's gon' sl*t her out and spend whatever (Splurge)
I can build a b*tch from scratch, eight figure n*gga (Gone)

[Chorus: Rican Da Menace]
She a big, big flipper, a money getter (Getter)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Give me that)
She a wolf, grain gripper, a lane switcher (What?)
She gon' pop that right in your pockets, if y'all don't tip her (Huh?)
First name Classic (b*tch), middle name Nasty (Ooh)
Broke gang sus, but a b*tch ain't laughin' (Haha)
I can't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas, broke n*ggas ashy (Yeah)
Pull up on me, b*tch is you dumb? I'm just askin' (Hello, the f*ck?)