Lyrics
[Intro]
Sell dat cat
Get ya man
Keep yo man
(uh-huh, yeah)
Pop dat booty for a couple real men
Couple johns
Couple studs in the back again
[Verse 1]
Make dat money
Girl
Don’t let it make you
Letice No Brown
Yeah
That name gon’ save you
Nails done
Edges laid
Rent paid twice
Whole ring finger lookin’ like it’s sittin’ on ice
Screenshots tucked
Got receipts on deck
He gon’ act up
You gon’ cash that check
“Where the wedding at?” they be askin’ you
Save me a plate
Sis
Front row view
[Chorus]
Pop dat booty for a couple real men
Couple johns
Couple studs
Say “amen”
Sell dat cat
But you still run game
Make dat money
Don’t you ever trade your name
Pop dat booty
Lil’ mama
Don’t trip
If he fumble
That’s another bag flipped
Get ya man
Keep yo man
But the money? That’s your best friend
[Verse 2]
He a good one?
Then you better hold tight
Cook a lil’ somethin’
Put it on him all night
Talk slick in his ear while you ride that wave
But the bills in your name
You ain’t no slave
Best friend laughin’
“Sis
Invite me too”
“Front row
Veil on
I’m toastin’ with you”
If he put a ring on it
We gon’ clown
Whole block yellin’
“Mrs. No Brown!”
[Chorus]
Pop dat booty for a couple real men
Couple johns
Couple studs
Say “amen”
Sell dat cat
But you still run game
Make dat money
Don’t you ever trade your name
Pop dat booty
Lil’ mama
Don’t trip
If he fumble
That’s another bag flipped
Get ya man
Keep yo man
But the money? That’s your best friend
[Bridge]
When the wedding?
Text the date
I’ma pull up cute
I’ma eat that plate (hey!)
When the wedding?
Say it twice
New last name
But your pockets still nice
[Chorus]
Pop dat booty for a couple real men
Couple johns
Couple studs
Say “amen”
Sell dat cat
But you still run game
Make dat money
Don’t you ever trade your name
Pop dat booty
Lil’ mama
Don’t trip
If he fumble
That’s another bag flipped
Get ya man
Keep yo man
But the money? That’s your best friend (your best friend)
Style
pophard club trapswung hi-hats and sub-heavy bass. female vocals with a playfultaunting delivery; verses are half-rappedhalf-chantedwith call-and-response ad-libs. chorus explodes with stacked hooks and crowd shoutskick and clap slamming on every bar. brief breakdown before the last chorus strips to bass and vocalthen everything slams back in.
Prompt
Sell dat cat. Get ya man. Keep yo man. Pop DAT booty for a couple real men, called johns and studs. Make DAT money don't let it make you Letice No Brown. When the wedding? Invite me sis hahahaha
Credits
Prompt byOBaby35
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
ModelAria v5
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