Bitch, sweetie, had me lay off the Henny last night Yeah, hey Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain Bitch, twerk that ass for a icy chain Hey, twerk that ass for a icy chain My hair and my money come bundled I spent your rent on my frontal Bitch, you seen me and get humbled Could take your nigga, but I don't even want to Working back, crack it out Dundee Make all my money like I just went hunting So, Peter, I'm being 100 That Icy go stupid like a furnace, come on Last Fashion Week, hella casualties I think I know why they mad at me I'm pretty, I'm in every city But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me Daddy, answer me I need to know why you're mad at me Cause you be complaining, you stay in your feelings I'm starting to think you can't handle me Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain Bitch, twerk that ass for a icy chain Hey, twerk that ass for a icy chain Get love in the bed like I'm 40 Big C let us sip on the 40s They strollie up on me cause 40 I'ma be finding my 40s Oh, big booty galore Make sure it clap when you see me on tour He sweating me like a sport I play in Prada whenever I'm bored Can feel a tan sand I'ma get these band bands Bet not smell no pussy When you pop it on a handstand All my bitches smell good Don't worry about us, we good I ain't gon' lie, you acting too shy Come up with that shit like a bitch from the hood Twerk that ass for a icy chain Twerk that ass for a icy chain Bitch, twerk that ass for a icy chain Hey, twerk that ass for a icy chain