BING BONG (Remix) [feat. Sexyy Red]

3Dawg made this one

Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny

Money fetish

Ghost my last ****, he wasn't doin' enough for me (Bye)

Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth

Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts

Little-ass girl

Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (Mmm)

Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses

Lost her mind

If that **** top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes

Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches

Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes

My **** pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove'

Skrrt

I'm lookin' good as hell, the fuck I look like stayin' inside for?

Fuck I look like?

Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe

Ten

I get what I want and send these **** off like mail

Get outta there

You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell

Hell

He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell

Crazy

More motion than a lot of **** that's slangin' vacuum seal

Okay

Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell

For real

Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill

Never ever

All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real

They dead

If that **** fuck up, I'm gettin' back in the field

Back up in the field

Yeah, yeah, play dumb

I put belt to ass, my **** puttin' Dracs to drums

Bitch ass

I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb

Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun

Post a pic on Insta', to my DMs, **** run

Nah, for real

You might think he's hot, to me, this **** ain't worth nothin'

Back up, lil' bruh

Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung

Yup

Screamin', "Fuck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing bong

Dummy

Northside

It's your favorite, hood hottest princess, Sexyy motherfuckin' Red in this motherfucker

I had to hop on this bitch with my bitch Blake, Saint Louis shit, **** (Sexyy)

Only thing I want is cash, designer on my ass (Duh)

Left my main **** 'cause that dick was straight trash (Wack)

Northside bitch, you know me, I chase a bag

On Bloods

Any **** I fuck with gon' run his mouth and brag

Goofy

Cars tinted five, you can't see who in this whip

Nope

I like exotic guns, red beams with the switch

Graow, baow

My **** don't talk 'cause I punch 'em in the lip (What?)

Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand a bitch (Sexyy)

Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny

Money fetish

Ghost my last ****, he wasn't doin' enough for me (Bye)

Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth

Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts

Little-ass girl

Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (Mmm)

Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses

Lost her mind

If that **** top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes

Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches