[Verse]
Fat stacks, nah, I’m stacking plates,
Big appetite, but I’m trimming the weights.
Fine women flock, call it bird migration,
Every step I take, a new vibration.
Snakes in the grass, I mow with precision,
Tunnel vision, goals sharper than incision.
[Chorus]
Fat bitch? Nah, fine bitches all day,
In the whip, make it drip, let the bassline play.
All night, all right, they gon’ sway,
Fine bitches all day, all day.
[Verse 2]
She strut, runway, catwalk dreams,
Gold wrist gleam, light cut through the seams.
Queen on the scene, sipping slow mojitos,
Game so tight, could thread through a needle.
Money talk loud, but my actions scream,
Kingpin moves, plotting on the regime.
[Chorus]
Fat bitch? Nah, fine bitches all day,
In the whip, make it drip, let the bassline play.
All night, all right, they gon’ sway,
Fine bitches all day, all day.
[Bridge]
Crown on the head, no Burger King toys,
Diamonds on my chest, no cubic decoys.
We shining, grinding, timing so flawless,
Bassline bumping, yeah, we lawless.
[Outro]
Fine bitches all day, that’s the vibe,
Trap beats hit, let the night come alive.
From the streets to the suite, we stay fly,
Fine bitches all day, no lie.