Better Than Yours (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (right, yeah) My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard This - hit better than yours This -, this better than yours Come eat me out my drawers Go 'head, baby, swipe your card Bitch, you better go hard This - hit better than yours This -, this better than yours (yeah) She bounce it around, and she pokin' it out She surf on the money, she wavy (she wavy) Bend that shit over and look in his eyes Go tell that lil' nigga to pay me (pay up) Throw that ass like you Brady (Brady) Blow a bag like you vapin' (blow it) Pop it like some fireworks, I'm a popstar like I'm Katy (poppin') Superman, no savin' (uh) Simon says you should pay me (pay up) We twerkin' ass on a private jet, and he took us all on vacation (yeah) My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (yeah) This - hit better than yours (yeah) This -, this better than yours (yeah) Come eat me out my drawers (yeah) Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah) Bitch, you better go hard (yeah) This - hit better than yours (yeah) This -, this better than yours (yeah) Hol' on, nah, come here, don't you run from me I'm on top of yo' ass like a bumblebee Stabbin' it back-to-back, I know you lovin' me Good girls, bring all fives to the yard (ooh) For the slime, bitch, you better go hard (ooh) Got hos throwin' ass up in front of my car Bet' not waste my time, better play your part And the way that girl twerk, shake earth, my God Bitch got a body, so foreign, she exotic They gon' stop and start watchin' when she go to pop it Wanna know how she got it, she tell everybody My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah) This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah) This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah) Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah) Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah) Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah) This - hit better than yours (yeah) This -, this better than yours Make him spend it, he a trick, I'ma make him blow it Lil' ass, but I'ma keep on twerkin' (let's go) Brand-new titties, come see 'em in person Shoutout my surgeon (oh-yeah) Broke niggas make me nervous (nervous), uh He ain't throwin' dubs, then his pockets hurtin' (uh) Cut a nigga off 'cause that shit wasn't workin' My brothers got Glocks and bitch, I got purses You bitches is pussy, you know I ain't worried You bitches can't dress, you know I ain't worried You bitches can't rap, you know I ain't worried Get in the booth, you know I ain't worried, bitch My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah) This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah) This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah) Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah) Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah) Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah) This - hit better than yours (yeah) This -, this better than yours (yeah)