Blue Hunnids lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Big bank
Beisha
The f*ck?

[Chorus]
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Big bags, I be f*cking up Saks, applying that pressure
Slim waist, booty popping, the tape, you cannot measure
Taking they hеads off like I'm Hannibal Lecter
Had to kick a brokе ho up out of my section
Old let me hold a dollar ass b*tch, stop begging
Let's be real, you little b*tches could never
Anything you do, you know I do better
Dog walk a barking ho like I'm Cruella
I'm on they head and that go for whoever
Whole lot of cheese, I'm addicted to cheddar
Mopping these hoes up, call me Cinderella
I got 'em salty
Body shaped just like a Barbie
Double Rs all on my carseat
Hoes washed like the laundry
Ain't with the small talk, I'ma need extra
n*ggas get played every day like Alexa
Got 'em addicted, they just might overdose
Hermes blanket for the overthrow
I'll go toe-to-toe with eeny, miny, moe
I'm B-I-G and you a tiny ho

[Chorus]
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2]
I got a whole lot of this, I got a whole lot of that
How you hoes mad at the facts?
b*tch, your whole story is wack
f*ck with me, b*tch, you'll get whacked
Tell a broke n*gga, "Get back"
I could never go out sad
I'm everything that you lack
Hop on that beat and I slap
Pull up at the party and I'm coming straight through the back
Don't come to me on that bullsh*t
Pull up on your ass like, "What's good, b*tch?"
On your n*gga face is where I should sit
Try me, I wish you would, b*tch
I'm everything they wish to be
All 'bout my money, this sh*t ain't free
Couple bands on the brand, sh*t ain't cheap
I got a whole lot of racks on me

[Chorus]
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh
Blue hundreds, got a whole lot of
Diamonds, I'm rocking a whole lot of
Thick ass b*tch, got a whole lot of, uh
Whole lot of ass, can't fit in the truck
I can have any rich n*gga I want
Hop in the coupe, daddy get in the front
I got a whole lot of, uh
I got a whole lot of, uh, uh, uh