[Megan Thee Stallion:]
 
 
 Aye, yeah
 
 Bitch I'm exquisite, no cheap shit
 
 Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit
 
 Makin' it pop on some freak shit
 
 You bring it to me
 
 You know I'ma make a bag
 
 And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
 
 Make that bitch jump
 
 You know I'ma make a bag
 
 And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
 
 Make that bitch jump
 
 Ahh!
 
 
 
  [Moneybagg Yo:]
 
 
 I'm at Pappadeuax eating seafood
 
 Racks in my pocket and a big tool
 
 The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom, hoe
 
 These are no cheap shoes
 
 I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin'
 
 I ain't one of these rap dudes
 
 Diamonds jumping out the face of the Altima
 
 Doing the Michael Jackson kick move
 
 I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu
 
 She gone kick the nigga out 'for I come thru
 
 Yeen ain't been thru what I've been thru
 
 Now I'm up, I'm gone ball like Caillou
 
 Ah choo! Bless me
 
 Please don't test me
 
 I won't hesitate to buss the Smith and Wesson
 
 Dope boys and some killas in my section
 
 You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants
 
 I got big pointer sittin' inside the necklace
 
 Reach for my chain, send yo' ass to heaven
 
 Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin'
 
 Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message
 
 I'm in a Maserati truck, fish bowl nigga
 
 I know they ass seein' me, but I don't see a soul nigga
 
 
 
  [Megan Thee Stallion:]
 
 
 I'm at grand luxe eatin' caesar salad with my sugar daddy
 
 Pulled up on me in a big benz, told me to drive
 
 I told him, let me have it
 
 No time to play with these niggas, huh
 
 After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh
 
 Told him to put me some ice on my neck and ears if he want me to listen, hey huh
 
 He wanna swim in my lap, huh
 
 He tryna get in my snaps, huh
 
 I tellin' bitches I've been in my bag, but now I got the wallet to match, huh
 
 He love how I fit in my clothes, huh
 
 He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey
 
 He told me he think that he fallin' in love
 
 And I told him I'm already knowin', huh
 
 I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas
 
 I can't see the haters thru these fuckin' pradas
 
 They gone book me cuz I bring the pussy poppers
 
 And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles
 
 I'ma make a bag and make it twerk
 
 I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt
 
 They checkin' him but the gun in my purse
 
 I'm killin' these hoes and I know that they hurt
 
 Ahh!
 
 
 Yeah
 
 Bitch I'm exquisite, no cheap shit
 
 Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit
 
 Makin' it pop on some freak shit
 
 You bring it to me
 
 You know I'ma make a bag
 
 And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
 
 Make that bitch jump
 
 You know I'ma make a bag
 
 And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
 
 Make that bitch jump
 
 Ahh!