​sad girl lyrics

[Intro]
Be a sad girl
Now I'm just a funny girl
With us
Be a sad girl
Now I'm just a funny girl (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, Vay, Vay)

[Verse 1]
You ain't have a b*tch like this, used to have a b*tch like that
You ain't had a b*tch this rich back (Rich back, rich back)
I can make money flip, I got fat juicy lips
Come here, give me a kiss, bae (Mwah)
Mm, poke it out and get smacked
He know this is where is it's at, that's why he give me all his stacks, bae (Give me, give me money)
Mm, give me, give me some of that, all these hoes be showin' cat
They got this ho lit like Backpage (Backpagе)
How much money did you make when you was this agе? (This age)
Have you ever ran it up and flipped it three ways? (Three ways)
Have you ever popped that pus*y on a weekday?
No nine to five, every day is a me day (Me day)
He gon' spend that money just so he can see bae
He gonna be a trick for a chance to be bae
I ran that scam on him and now he call me Ebay
Six figure b*tch, I'm too bad for a cheap date
Why that b*tch think that she can outdo me?
She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies
Dance on hoes 'cause I like to get groovy
Might rock me a tutu and hit you with three threes
Why that b*tch think that she can outdo me?
She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies
Dance on hoes 'cause I like to get groovy
Might rock me a tutu and hit you with three threes
[Chorus]
All our love, groovin' all your love
Groovin' all your love (Why that b*tch think that she can outdo me?)
Groovin' all your love (She dry and I'm gooey, they watch me like movies)

[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, I used to be sad, down bad, now I'm thinking 'bout a bag when I bust a nut
'Cause you can switch a n*gga out when your money up
Laugh to the bank, yeah, a b*tch got her funny up
Yeah, I used to be sad, down bad, now I'm thinking 'bout a bag when I bust a nut
'Cause you can switch a n*gga out when your money up
Laugh to the bank, yeah, a b*tch got her funny up

[Chorus]
Groovin' all your love
You ain't have a b*tch like this, used to have a b*tch like that (Groovin' all your love)
You ain't had a b*tch this rich back (Groovin' all your love, fact)
I can make money flip, I got fat juicy lips
Come here, give me a kiss, bae (Litter than Madonna, huh)
Mm, poke it out and get smacked
He know this is where is it's at, that's why he give me all his stacks, bae
Mm, give me, give me some of that, all these hoes be showin' cat
They got this ho lit like Backpage