Bizzy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know I been talking my sh*t (Turn that sh*t up, 2)
Ooh, uh, twizzy
You already know that sh*t dope, you know I was talking 'bout my twizzies
What's a new word? Got to think 'bout something different (Twizzy)
b*tch and a thot, call that b*tch my bizzy
Uh-uh (b*tch)
Might f*ck your bizzy
Call that b*tch my b*tch (Hey, hey)
Might f*ck your bizzy (Uh-huh)


[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm with my b*tch, I call her my bizzy
When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy (Let's go)
I can't talk right now, lil' b*tch, I'm busy
Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out
Livin' like I been dead person for some years, better bring the casket (Yeah)
I got me some new Celine with some rings, diamonds in the basket
Same b*tch want bands, suckin' on the team, how the f*ck you beggin'? (Ooh)
You ain't never had no racks, never had a bag, how the f*ck you braggin'?

[Bridge]
Rockin' a Teflon tee, rockin' a mink coat G
I got twenty-five thousand, seen him copying this sh*t, odee
She gon' watch me count it before she spread that sh*t for me
I ain't even speak no language, money counters all I speak
That b*tch say I was her favorite, yeah that b*tch head just for me
I remember back when I was broke, I couldn't even afford no expensive tee
Regardless I get to that cheese (Racks)
Finna go cop me a Bugatti, I can go faster than all the police
I'm buying that mansion cash, no, I don't feel like paying no lease
Man, this sh*t going way too fast, but that's good enough for me (Yeah)
Yeah, she trendy she like fast cars, she like living large
We got plenty, don't care bout no penny, my money gon' stack to mars
Call her my head, cause she gon' throw that head like she work at a college
She got a PhD from me, that please don't hate me I'll give you that knowledge
Give me the noggin
I'm on this Oxy, I'm nodding
I'm in the stu' with all of my twins and we ain't go to sleep until the morning
I ain't talk to nobody cause everyone else to me is really so boring
I just copped the flight I'm in New York I'm at the Helmut Lang store (Let's go)
You care about them followers, boy you got it backwards
Get that money, stack it up until it come back with a half more
It's some secrets to this sh*t but I can't tell you the password
Yeah, ever since I got this bread the b*tches, they turn to whores
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm with my b*tch, I call her my bizzy
When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy (Let's go)
I can't talk right now, lil' b*tch, I'm busy
Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out
Livin' like I been dead person for some years, better bring the casket (Yeah)
I got me some new Celine with some rings, diamonds in the basket
Same b*tch want bands, suckin' on the team, how the f*ck you beggin'? (Ooh)
You ain't never had no racks, never had a bag, how the f*ck you braggin'?