Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Don't touch me
Touch her
So is my bank account
So is my crew and wallet
So is my Gucci skirt
So is my poonana
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
When I fly to Paris
They say Oolala
When I board the plane
They say goose or wine a ha
Silly goose you done goofed a lot
Why you ditch the throne?
Now I'm scooting up
Girl you got the boot
Ain't no booting us
I'm a hit machine
And I'm booting up
You been out of it
You must douche a lot
More free outfits
And accoutrements
So is my bank account
So is my crew and wallet
So is my Gucci skirt
So is my ponana
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
What the fuck are those?
I cannot pronounce my clothes! My
Jeans don't fit me I'm so thighs
He ain't believing his own eyes
Corset fitted my head light
Shirt tight, titties got head lights
Dead wrong thinking it dead right?
Keep that nigga his bread right
I can’t take my dress of cuz my titties too big, ah
Gotta take it off with scissors
This authentic leather
And I hook up my draw string
This an expensive wig, ah
I just got a show and guess who’s
Making a hundred figures
Figures
They are all on my figure
You were so close no cigar
Never been a jump like tigger
This is so beneficial
If only a hoe would listen
Then you wouldn’t be in my kitchen
Whippin
So is my bank account
So is my crew and wallet
So is my Gucci skirt
So is my ponana
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
Yeah it's tight
(It's tight)
It’s tight
