Songtext von bing bong (feat. Joelle James)

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis Fenty, Fenty Prada She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Balls hanging low, now the pussy playin' ping-pong No boring shit, I'm a King Kong I don't wife fuss, I ain't puttin' no ring on She said fuck my life (bing bong) Got Jesus on my pieces Call me Reese's, I got pieces I'm tryna' 'radicate the negative stigma around anti-depressants I got reasons (what?) Money in the mattress, Cartier glasses Hungry for an actress, purrin' like Katniss bbno$ got your new hall passes Bro so chapped that I make him look assless Get sticky like barbecue sauce Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Joss Got a hundred K cash in the walls Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh) She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Yeah, we (Gucci, Gucci) (bitch) Now I'm flexin' up on my ex I can tell that bitch real 'pressed When she see me up with my upgrade On my Ariana shit: Thank you, next (next) Every time I get up, get my bread up Make some cheddar, tryna better my life For a party Out in Abu Dhabi, that's a regular night Get sticky like barbecue sauce Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Joss Got a hundred K cash in the walls Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh) She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more (Gucci, Gucci) (bitch)