Doom lyrics

[Verse 1: Blac Chyna]
Uh, he call me his baby, his Lil Boosie, I'm like, "Wipe me down"
As soon as I say, "Do it", he get to it, I'm excited now
Foreign in it, sitting in six digits, how we ride around
Money all I talk, don't make a sound, broke ho, quiet down
Shut it up, get a good stretch in, now run it up
Uh, sh*tting on a weak b*tch life, I don't want your advice, nah, nah, you ain't done enough
And I know for sure, no, you ain't got enough either
Having these racks is such a reliever
Bet I'ma get me a check, and I'm pressing Diors on these hoes necks, and thеy won't get a breather

[Chorus: Blac Chyna & Asian Doll]
Why? b*tch, if I was you, I'd hatе me too, huh, lil' b*tch, huh
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (b*tch, I)
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
b*tch, this sh*t what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you? (The f*ck?)
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Asian Doll]
b*tch, I'd hate me to (Uh-huh)
Got a rich side n*gga and a main n*gga too (Yeah)
Gotta buy a new body if you calling me boo (Uh-huh)
Dope boy gang bang, slurp the pus*y like a soup (Uh-huh)
Big Body Benz, hoes crying in the coupe (Coupe)
b*tch, them stars in this roof (Roof)
That n*gga lie once (Uh-huh), then he through (Goodbye)
He buy me Gucci for this cooch (This cooch)
You ain't talking money, lil' b*tch, don't say it (Shh, shh)
Versace sheets spread on my bed (Uh-huh)
He lay me down and give me head (Top)
He do what I say like Simon Says
I'm a bad lil' b*tch, leave a n*gga on read (Uh-huh)
Shorty tweaked, popping meds (Gone)
pus*y poppin' on his leg (Thottie)
I like them n*ggas with them dreads (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Blac Chyna]
Why? b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, huh, lil' b*tch, huh
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (b*tch, I)
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
b*tch, this sh*t what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you?
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too

[Verse 3: Blac Chyna]
Now that I think about it
b*tch, if I was you, I'd probably hate the bad b*tch that I see when I'm looking at me too
So f*ck it, I ain't even mad
Baby, go get you a bag, I promise it'll make you feel different
You should go get you some real business and stay the f*ck up out of mine, ho
This b*tch here a hustler, I could find Ben Frank under a blind fold
Back back and let a b*tch get her shine on
These VVS's, not the rhinestones
Exotic car with the striker sitting underneath and that's all that we slide on
Make me some money, then make some more after that, promise that's all on my mind, though

[Chorus: Blac Chyna]
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, huh, lil' b*tch, huh
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
b*tch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (b*tch, I)
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
b*tch, this sh*t what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you?
b*tch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too