Intro 
That's a hundred points 

Chorus: Yella Beezy 
Ayy, pull up to the club like: Let's slide 
I ain't tryna start a ride with you looking for the vibes 
Pretty little mamacita, oh my 
Yes, she got a body like 
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya 

Verse 1: Yella Beezy 
Como estas, I'ma floss, I'm a boss 
If you ain't a bad bitch, kick rocks, get lost 
Knock a hater off, what's that cost, what's that cost? 
Hey, shake it for me, baby, shake it off, shake it off 
Dick up on me baby at the loft, at the loft 
Slob up on my knob, baby, cough, baby, cough 
I'ma beat that pussy on the couch, on the couch 
Stick it in her pelvis, screamin': "Ouch", yelling: "Ouch" 
I can't spend the night, I'm a boss, I'm a boss 
When you in my presence then you better make it count 
Flexin' like a motherfucker, got a bigger mount 
Passport ready, ready, ready to get stamped 
Fucked her on the dresser and we knockin' out the lamp 
Don't know 'bout the coffee, tryna get another round 
[?] Milani, tryna get another pound 
If it's up, then it's up, then it's really goin' down 

Chorus: Yella Beezy 
Ayy, pull up to the club like: Let's slide 
I ain't tryna start a ride with you looking for the vibes 
Pretty little mamacita, oh my 
Yes, she got a body like 
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya 
Ay, ya, ya, ya 

Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Some think that she Puerto Rican, aye aye
I just met her at the Four Seasons, in Hawaii
Off that 1942 tequila, with a lime
Brazilian bikini with a peach, swear to God
Them bottoms get lost in them cheeks, swear to God
My bitch so bad I won't cheat, swear to God
I spent eleven racks on these teeth, gold teeth God
Bring me the watches and the chains and the rings
I just got a pedicure, yeah, from Ming Ling
Yeah, I'm from L.A., like the Dodgers and the Kings
Lakers vs Clippers, yeah on the floor seats
We in a club and we turnt up (Turnt up)
I cut her off now she burnt out (Burnt out)
I bought Chanel for my new bitch
I spent a hunnid on this Cuban

Chorus: Yella Beezy
Ayy, pull up to the club like: Let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you looking for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ay, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya