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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yung Lan on the track
Whatchu want?
Get it then
[Verse 2]
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out
[Verse 3]
How much your car, lil' bitch? (Uh-huh)
How much your rent, lil' bitch?
How much your bag, lil' bitch? (Yeah, what?)
I'm 'bout to spend this shit
I think I'mma help a bitch out
I think I'mma help a bitch out
[Verse 4]
I don't need no help, I don't need a man
I need a bad one on a Perc' or Xan'
A lap to dance, some racks, and a bag of bands
And goddamn Mexican, don't give a workin' hand
Pretty bitches in the clique, like, ooh
Fuck around, get up in the middle, like, ooh
Do you need help? Do your baby need food?
I'm a pretty girl, need a pretty girl like you
I got Hennessy in my cup, ain't no jealousy, bitch, I'm up
That boy 'bout to catch some feelings
She's about to catch some one's
Baby girl, faded, I'm really out of it (Out of it)
Princess cuts, I'm Disney Channelin'
I got a bag, baby, what's happenin'?
Throwin' you cash, women empowerment
I be stuntin' on these boys, mamacita, bring the noise
You just keep that ass in motion, I'ma keep that ass employed
She told me my highlight poppin', asked me if my hair was real
So, I asked her 'bout her booty, she said, "Baby, how's it feel?"
[Verse 5]
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out
[Verse 6]
How much your car, lil' bitch? (Uh-huh)
How much your rent, lil' bitch?
How much your bag, lil' bitch? (Yeah, what?)
I'm 'bout to spend this shit
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out
[Verse 7]
Stand up, you know how I do it
Street money, you know what I'm doin'
Ramp it up, I be gettin' to it (Ramp it up)
Jewelry on, you know I be coolin' (Sauce, sauce, sauce)
Goin' through these ranks, I got packs
Shoppin' spree, Neiman's, Barney's, Sak's
Snowie get the baddies, that's a fact
Bitch is crazy, but the booty fat
Man, I got these lame ass ballers, lame as fuck
They fake, just skunkies, boys ain't throwin' out
I got her twerkin', droppin', doin' tricks, she too much for a dollar
Fuck you want? Fuck up front, I'm about to make 'em sick
But I got the VIP, I throw up a grip
And a bitch gon' fuck it up again
[Verse 8]
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out
[Verse 9]
How much your car, lil' bitch? (Uh-huh)
How much your rent, lil' bitch?
How much your bag, lil' bitch? (Yeah, what?)
I'm 'bout to spend this shit
I think I'ma help a bitch out
I think I'ma help a bitch out
Written by: Claudia Feliciano, Kevin Gomringer, Milan Modi, Odis Flores, Tim Gomringer