Bobbin lyrics

[Intro]
You say you want this pus*y, where the cash at?
Before you take my number, send a Cash App

[Verse 1]
pus*y too good for a lab rat
Never hear a broke n*gga say he smashed that
Keep me fresh, n*gga, designer on my damn back
Walkin' through the set smellin' like a damn sack
Thirty-inch weave, rollin' up Hercules
Make that n*gga give me head 'til he can't breathe
'Til his knees weak, 'til he make it leak
n*gga see me in the club, I ain't even speak

[Chorus]
Catch mе in the club bobbin' with my b*tches (Ayy)
Catch me in thе club bobbin' with my b*tches (Ooh)
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches (Ayy)
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches (Ooh)
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches (Ayy)
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches
Catch me in the club bobbin' with my b*tches

[Verse 2]
I'm a lick walkin', I be big talkin'
I be drip saucin', Louis, Fendi closet
They say that b*tch is a problem, I be f*ckin' causin'
I'm quick to run up a tab and ask 'em what it's costin'
Still got a freak b*tch with a knee stitch
He say you got a weak lip with your weak whip
My real b*tches chasin' figures, no sleep sh*t
And I'm a hot girl, I let that heat hit