(I need a Cha Cha beat boy)

Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Sick-sicker than your average (woo)
I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr)
Spend guap till I drop, so careless (careless)
And everything I rock from Paris (mwah)
Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah)
I got bags, I pop tags (yeah)
I stay pimpin' in the back of the black
Tell these bitches to get off my sack

Huh, life's so sweet, penthouse when I'm chillin' (yeah)
You ain't gotta feel it, only few know the feelin' (huh)
Lord willin', Pharrell, my chrome spinnin'
Cruisin' down fifth, all my bitches top billin' (top billin')
Here's a T-I-P, bitch, you don't know me
I'm on my high fashion, me not lowkey
Me so horny, but me no 도우미 (hahahaha)
If it ain't about the money, hoе, please don't call me
Zoom in, yеah, I do my dance (zoom in)
Zoom out, I know you see that ass (see that, zoom out)
Yungin threw me a no-look pass
Now, it's go time, no brakes, all gas (skrrt)
Copped a new Benz, still got no class (nope)
When I dash to the cash
Yeah, I'm quicker than flash (huh)
Telemundo ballin', I'm globetrottin'
They'll remember me forever
These bitches get forgotten

Hot, sicker than your average (woo-hoo)
I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr)
Spend guap till I drop, so careless (careless)
And everything I rock from Paris (mwah)
Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah)
I got bags, I pop tags (yeah)
I stay pimpin' in the back of the black
Tell these bitches to get off my sack

Yeah
I can't really tell, oh, you a bad bitch? (Bad)
All these boys up on my DMs, but they catfish (catfish)
Money make my pussy speak Spanish (brr)
I do not fuck around with no average (nope)
I like all the girls that are savage
Boss bitch with a habit
Don't speak if ain't 'bout cabbage
Go low-key 'cause my shit private
I be ghostin' in Paris
Stressed more than they can manage
Fuck with me, it's an advantage
Fuck with you, to me it's damage
튀어나와 언넝
잠수교를 건너
새벽부터 쩌렁쩌렁
스피커를 높여
Benz in a pretty color
Shades on that match the color
First time we met, he stuttered
이제는 이쁘나 어서

Hot, sicker than your average (woo-hoo)
I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr)
Spend guap till I drop, so careless
And everything I rock from Paris
Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah)
I got bags, I pop tags (yeah)
I stay pimpin' in the back of the black
Tell these bitches to get off my sack