[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Hmm, hmm)
Bloody red bottoms, not no Christian Loub'
Yeah, yeah (Bloody red bottoms)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Bloody red bottoms, they not Christian Loub's
Opps, sunset, red Rover, pull up out a four
Shawty said she love me for some money, done heard that before
Put on white Grey Goose, heard it's finna snow
Wipe my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtain
Checks comin' and yo' pockets they hurtin'
For my daughter, finna get a baby Birkin
Took a roxy half a hour ago, it's workin'

[Verse 1]
Want a new pint of act they don’t make no more
Pour red high tec cup overflow
We got bands galorе yeah, checks overload
Think I’m going crazy keep on seeing ghost
Had to boss up on you I did it on purposе
I lied when I said “I love you” I was nervous
FN singing just like Michael pitch perfect
And I might put a rack up if you worth It
Tried to stuff a hunnid’ In the [?]
I done fell in love with the petty [?]
Any n***a lookin for a problem jus type wrong
I can take yo’ hoe and send her back my wrong
[Chorus]
Bloody red bottoms they not Christian Loubs’
Opps sunset red Rover pull up outta 4
Shawty said she love me for some money
Done heard that before
Put on white Grey Goose heard It’s finna’ snow
Wipe my dick off with the Rolls Royce Curtain
Checks comin’ and yo’ pockets they hurtin’
For my daughter finna’ get a baby Birkin
Took a roxy half a hour ago it’s working