text: Barbie
  Yeah
  They thought that you was a shy girl
  Until I made you my girl
  Girl you pushed me like a big button
  Til I cuffed you like you did somethin
  You aint gotta wait for it
  You aint gotta wait for me to give you my love
  You aint gotta wait for it
  Things are gettin sticky, girl I think that Im stuck
  Ill admit Im wrong when I know that you gon come for me
  When you gon come for me, yeah
  Never gonna not not hit that, your lovin is drugs to me
  When you gon come to me, yeah
  And every time you hit my phone, when you say you need company, oh
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Girl you used to bein quiet
  Til I brought that loud
  You say your dollars is a mountain
  And your mama your accountant
  You watch your figure cause you a big deal
  Got your fresh prince and a big whip
  Polo mink coat, thats a big kill
  Put you on a phone like a windshield
  Ill admit Im wrong when I know that you gon come for me
  When you gon come for me, yeah
  Never gonna not not hit that, your lovin is drugs to me
  When you gon come to me, yeah
  And every time you hit my phone, when you say you need company, oh
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Major keys, Im the boss
  Dont Griselda go off?
  Left from the loft and went to Bergdorf
  Most of these dudes is really quite soft
  45 special, this is my cloth
  Bout to drop a album, this is my fourth
  I dont put sugar in my spaghetti sauce
  Drop a freestyle and get these hoes parched
  Fire burn the obea man church
  Pretty girls, when my girls get right
  Cause its another day, let ya light shine bright
  Aint none of them in your lane
  True mi have di game pon lock, dem wah code
  Just link wit some hot gyal out ah road
  True mi have di waist small, pretty, bus whine
  Rolex nah deh pon uno dutty gyal time?
  Yo, I told em pull up on me faster than Danica
  Thats on the low Im tryna blow him like harmonicas
  He call me queen, he know Nicki is the moniker
  He want a mix between Hillary and Monica
  I switch it up, I switch it up
  Rip the beat, then I, I stitch it up
  Travel, then I bounce, I ball-Sinead, Sir
  Barbie a link up Major Lazer
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you
  Ima run up on you