Bity Girls lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, this is a Trademark produ-
Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus: Miikey OD]
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't give a f*ck, still won't give her nun'
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't givе a f*ck, still won't give her nun'

[Verse 1: Miikey OD]
I like my b*tch's color cinnamon, and innocеnt
[?] get to swipin' sh*t, if she really rich
You at the city just to get a bag, then bring it back
And by closet got designer tags (This ain't Jimmy Jazz)
Shawty twerkin', now she bussin it, some other sh*t
Got her bussin like a [?] clip, I'm a southern kid
Prolly smokin' on some Jungle Boys, or Cookie Crisps
Told the b*tch "Can't get a dollar out me" (I don't do the tricks)

[Chorus: Miikey OD]
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't give a f*ck, still won't give her nun'
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't give a f*ck, still won't give her nun'
[Verse 2: DC The Don]
I got money, now I'm really stuff, I'm really up
f*ck yo feelings, pop this pilly, yuh, she from Philly, yuh
I'm not sayin' I don't f*ck with you girl, you just be too much (Ay)
Pull up with my songs, we finna drop the ceiling, yuh (Ay)
I don't want your [?] b*tch, hoe I'm walkin' first (Ay)
She can't get this Birkin, I know that for certain
When I'm off the henny, b*tch I turn to another person
She can't get this Rockstar di*k, lil' baby don't deserve it (Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't that Daij, yeah ridin' in that fast coupe? (Yeah)
Yes b*tch it's The Don I'm flyin' past you (Yeah)
Pull up at your block, I won't @ you
Show up to an Apple meeting, show 'em what that Mac do (Yeah)
Turn your f*ckin' best friend into a tattoo (Yeah)
b*tch I really got bands unlike your last dude (Yeah)
Finna cop the Tesla and make it matte blue (Yeah)
I'm tryna ride in the sky, b*tch I had to (Yeah)

[Chorus: Miikey OD]
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't give a f*ck, still won't give her nun'
She say she a city girl, bity girl
Line these 100s and these 50s girl, bring me plenty girl
Let her ride in the Bentley truck, she gon' give it up
I got money I don't give a f*ck, still won't give her nun'